In between

She will become
Her story unfolding
In between the days
Sun and stars she will awaken,
A chrysalis born
To become
The stunning butterfly.
She will light this life
With words and beauty
Art rendered impersonal
She is all that they will admire,
Adorned in personality humble
She will draw them
Like moths to the flame.
This is her day,
An awakening,
Another year passed in a moment
Caught between a beam and a twinkling,
She is borne of the loins of greatness
This is her time
Her moment
Shine on and fly
So high and free,
Live this day
As it was meant to be.

Happiest of birthdays to a sparkle from a star
Happy day to the one who carries the genes
Of a sun filled with the splendor of warmth to the soul.

Tales of the heart

She told me stories
Amazing places where in my mind
I would explore each crack and crevice
Searching for the magic
In each story she spun.
I tried to remember these amazing fables
But as a child I could not,
So she took a pen to paper
And stayed up each night
Writing them down,
Each tale of children and animals
And castles….
And then she gave them to me,
My personal trove of cherished stories.
I would sit out in the summer sun
Under a tree and read and then re read each one.
Magical days in the country,
My stories and I
Mind escapes to paradise,
The once upon a time
And happily ever afters.
Forty years gone by now,
And I do not remember any of them,
Not a single one.
But I remember the feel of the pages,
Her beautiful writing,
unmistakable mother cursive.
I remember the joy I felt
And I am sad for the lost stories,
Maybe somewhere in a dark corner of my mind
They hide waiting for me to return
To days when my head is not so cluttered and full,
For days when I will be ready
To explore the magic once more.

Quote and response

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed.”
― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Marble Faun

To see
The beauty created
Through mind and delivered
By hand,
Pen or chisel
Paint or simple sidewalk chalk
Is a gift unlike any other.
Blessed creations
Of artists or a simple man
Driven to expression
Of life from the soul.