On rainy days I keep my dreams

tucked safe beneath my bed.

They’re in a bag with worn out seams

and burlap sack and thread.


For one day soon the sun will shine,

And when its rays peek through,

That little burlap bag of mine

will come out shining too





A Duet?

The world is a scary place,

I’m just not ready yet.

So hold me close in warm embrace,

to sing a sweet duet.


I’ll follow your fast rhythm, dear,

And if you follow mine,

We’ll sing for only us to hear,

A harmony divine.


But if the notes we sing together,

Are better sung apart,

We can go our separate ways,

And I’ll take back my heart.


Everyone I talk to tells me life is a set of rules

Everyone I talk to tells me life is a set of rules,

With internal rhythm and set-in-stone schedules.

It’s a planned pursuit, a calculated crime,

With structured time, and internal rhyme,

And meter and accents that must be in place,

And synthesized flow to set a nice pace,

And a clear and concise road to success,

which will maximize profit and minimize stress,

And a future of comfort and ease awaits,

For those who simply follow their fates,

But any and all who make their own way,

Will be starving or poor or led astray.


But I don’t think so.

I think life is a journey to find yourself.

And you may not be the perfect daughter.

Or you may not be the perfect son.

Or the perfect mother, or father, or uncle,

or aunt, or cousin, or sister, or brother.

But that is okay.

Because you are finding your own way.


Lavender Petals

A pirouette on pointed toeses

My mom and I would play a game

To catch petals on our noses

We’d spin and twirl and shout our names

A pirouette on pointed toeses


The petals were soft lavender

That caught the light so fairly

They’d float onwards, cavalier,

And lift our spirits merrily


The petals would slip and slide

Down slanted chins and faces

Stumbling around, we’d collide

And end in warm embraces.