I want to celebrate again
to enjoy a holiday
from its beginning to its end.

To smile on my birthday,
all throughout the day.
To enjoy a sunset,
without a dark cloud coming my way.

I want to drink a coffee
without wanting to tell you a joke.
I want to hear a song
without my heart feeling broke.

I want to look at your photo
without wanting to cry.
I want to hear you laugh
just once more before I die.

When you turned away,
you broke my heart.
It shattered in so many pieces
I can’t fix it, I don’t even know where to start.

So happy holiday, where ever you are.
I still love you from this earth to the heavens and the stars.

The Cloud Over My Head

Being genuinely hurt by someone never really stops hurting.

The pain and grief of that person loom over you, every happy moment, every birthday and present.  

Like a dark cloud ever waiting to pour on you like a thick dark, cold rain.  

It is unforgiving like a storm.  

Unapologetic like the thunder, and strikes like lightning through your very soul.

Your heart can’t even feel the pain anymore, because it stopped pumping long ago.

You are a shell of turmoil and tears.

When the tears come,  they are a tsunami of a downpour.  

Hot against your cheeks.  

Rolling down to your now pierced lips, as they quiver at the touch.  

Finally, like all storms, the tears will stop flowing, but they are ever present waiting for the next downfall.

Building up with each new memory that you make without that person. Growing hotter and more angry with each old photo you look at, and each silly item, like a pair of shoes, that person would have liked.

The tears build in the cloud that is now ever-present over your head, waiting to explode one morning again as you drink your coffee and think of that person again.

Then in one single gulp- it explodes again, and the rains begin to pour once more.

So is the cycle of real pain.


I Wish

I wish for you the stars that light up the nights dark sky

I wish for you the birds that soar as they go by

I wish for you the sun that warms us when we are cold

I wish for you the moon that calms our mind when we are old.

I wish for you the flowers that brighten up a day

I wish for you the giggles of children as they play

I wish for you all the riches buried deep beneath the earth

I wish for you the awe that a mother feels after she has given birth

I wish for you all that is tiny and can fit snuggly in your pocket

I wish for you the memories that fit perfectly in lockets.

I wish for you a cup of coffee as it warms your hands and heart

I wish for you to reach your goals and finish what you start

I wish for you more than anything I own

I wish all this for you because inside my heart you are stitched and you are sewn

The Troll of Gratiot

There once lived the Troll of Gratiot, who was as greedy as she could be.

She stole from most she knew, including her family.

The Troll lived in seclusion, away from most in town.

She would stock pile her goods around her, and always wore a frown.


Now the old Troll had once been quite different,

or appeared to be, they say.

She once wore a smile quite bright and would laugh often, but it didn’t stay.


Instead as time went on, she turned her back on the good things she had.

She forgot all the morals and values she was once taught,

and the value of family, which is sad.


She curdled up in her greed, now hefty and full of spite.

She’d take coins from the children.

Then she would squander them all the night.


She smoked and lied and stole.

Lying from one tale to the next.

Never realizing what she had done

or caring who it effects.


As time went on she got lonely,

as time has a way to do.

She could have been surrounded by family and friends,

but to all of those she had screwed.


I heard that the Troll was now miserable as

often grumbling and giving a grunt.

For life had gone on without her or her money,

she is alone with no one to confront.


So, don’t be like the Troll of Gratiot.

Think before you speak.

Don’t take what does not belong to you,

and don’t live your life as a greedy sneak.


Little Cabin On The Lake

Little Cabin on the lake,

take away my woes.

With your lemon squares, and comfy chairs,

and a soft cool breeze that blows.


I rock back and forth lazy as can be.

Looking out of the windows

at the swaying of the trees.


Forget about my problems for now.

Gently fall to sleep.

Listening to the bull frogs croak.

Watching the waters of the lake

sway back and forth so deep.


Little Cabin on the lake,

quiet and serene.

I look up to the clouds

and taking a sip of caffeine.


This time with God is precious,

I see Him all around.

From the eagles in the sky,

to the turtles crawling on the ground.


When it is my time to pass,

let it be in such a place.

That I see Your beauty all around,

and leave with a smile upon my face.