My Wee Knight Grows Up

I remember how sweet you were,

All those years ago,

And now I find you all grown up.

Where did all those year go?

You looked so brave in your armor

When you met that dragon.

You looked so proud, it was so real,

And its tail was waggin.

Again today you look that proud

And life is bound to please.

It may not be quite “dragon cool”,

But you’re holding car keys.

My little knight’s a teenager

I laugh, and yet I cry.

Ten years have passed and you’re all grown.

I miss that little guy!

But I can’t wait to see the world

That you have by the tail.

You’re still my brave and gallant knight

And you’ll always prevail.

Happy New Year 2012!!!

The Hiding Place

Twas often that she slipped away

Into a quiet place

Where stillness filled the darkness

And pain showed not its face.

There in her secret, quiet world

No lies were ever told,

No one she loved would ever leave,

Or ever grow too old.

It was a place where stillness reigned,

Where teardrops never fell,

For no one else intruded there

Where sorrow dared not dwell,

Born in the realm of sadness,

Cast on the shores of grief,

She knew no respite from the storms,

Had no hope of relief

Until she stumbled, in despair,

Upon her silent realm.

There grief was held, at last, at bay

And peace stood at the helm.

She never found a way to live

Within her peace too long,

But she could linger long enough

To help her get along.

A Dream

I woke up from a dream of you,

You lingered in my head.

I wondered if it meant something

And I was filled with dread.

But I will never know the truth,

For we are out of touch,

Though I still think of you often

And miss you very much.

You were the friend I loved too much,

But then had to let go,

And now you’re showing up again

In dreams that haunt me so.

I’m sure it’s just a restless thought

That rose up through my sleep,

But it left me a memory

That I now get to keep.

Ducks In A Row

Sometimes the puzzle’s just too hard,

The pieces won’t all go.

No matter how hard I might try

My ducks aren’t in a row.

I wave my arms and circle fast

With nothing much to show

Because, no matter how I rush,

My ducks aren’t in a row.

My sweat and tears just get me wet,

The garden still won’t grow.

 No matter how hard I might work

My ducks aren’t in a row.

And so I’m giving duck wrangling

A big, hearty heave ho,

For life is about so much more

Than ducks all in a row!

The Mists of Winter

When all the world is swathed in mist,

Though dawn’s well lost to day,

The bitter chill still streaks the air

For winter’s on its way.

When all the song birds of the sky

Are hiding in deep boughs

Of slumbering trees, cloaked in mist,

That sunlight cannot rouse.

When darkness wraps its chilly hands

Around the sun in flight

And hurries it down from the sky,

Reclaiming it for night,

Then it’s too late to curse the cold,

For winter time is here;

And with it comes the mist that shrouds

The dark half of the year.

Cloudy Night

She loved to see the little stars

That lit the winter sky,

Each night she’d count them, one by one,

As they went flitting by.

So when the night was wrapped in clouds

That hid each twinkling star,

She wept because she could not see

Them shining from afar.

But when the moon peeked out to see

What her tears were about,

She realized the clouds would melt

And her stars come back out.