Three YearsThree years it has been,Since we've last spoken,Three years; not by choice,Since I've listened to your voice,The first year was unbearable,The damage was unrepairable,Many nights of tears and mourning,Your passing came without warning,The second year; harder than the last,Hoping; on the street; we would pass,I searched far and wide,For my friend that always tried,The date has come to pass,As all remember your last,Before you were neatly laid to rest,You were truly very blessed.I send my prayers up above,For your son's strong love.May he always remember,His mother, more than ever
Mermaid's DreamSwimming in an endless sea,Living under the water so free,Light above, Darkness below,Where it started, no one knows.Searching as I transcend,Willing to comprehend,What more could there be,Other than the endless sea.Is there another world above?It's inhabitants able to love?What would I give,To find a way to live,Out of the sea,If only it could be.I know not of that world,Its stories untold,beckoning me closer,Like a song from it's composer.Do I stay or do I swim?Lose some scales and gain more skin?Should I leave what I know behind,And seek out a brighter sky?
Season of LoveToo late for words,Too late for whispers,Too late for worrying,Too late for hurrying.Hold me tight,Hold me all night,Hold me in the morning,Hold me without warning.Kiss me in my sleep,Kiss me when I weep,Kiss me without reason,Kiss me throughout the season
A Glorious MessOn a quest for everything I need,On a mission for baking,He runs around my legs,Saying, he gets to crack the eggs,Sugar, eggs, flour, and sprinkles,Their big brown eyes start to twinkle,Should I even stress,About all the mess,They each get to stir the batter,The stress is no longer the matter,Baking cookies together,During the cold weather,Showing her the way to mix,They show me a few new tricks,Lay the cookies flat,Then he makes them "Splat",After it's been done,They wouldn't stop the fun,They both use up the sprinkles,While he asks, Does this cookie crumble,What a mess that's been made,Making me feel like a maid,What a glorious mess,I forgot about my stress.
New ChanceWorking and working,No time for sleeping,Feeling like a stranger inside my house,Feeling like a stranger with my spouse,Work on this day, work on that day,When will I have a chance to play,With my son,So very young,I must decide,The path for my life,Do I work and miss out,Or do I take a different route,Stay home with my baby,And live with less, maybe...Finally, the choice has been made,My life has received an upgrade,No longer will I live in doubt,With the burden of feeling blocked out,Waking up to his smiling face,My heart, no longer misplaced,Everyday I awake to find,My husband, less resigned,Our love rekindled,Awaiting the time we become wrinkled,Is everything only by chance,Or is this a wonderful Cosmic Dance?