FirstAndLast

There are two

Things that I

Hate most of

All the first

Kiss and the

Last the first

Because it’s never

As good as

Expected and the

Last because it’s

Never ever as

Good as the

Very first one

Sandcastles

And just then

After the digging

And pailing and

Sculpting and dreaming

And building and

Coveting an unforeseen

Storm rolls in

And as much

You protect and

Scoop and try

To keep what

Was yours you

Suddenly realize that

It never was

That you were

Just borrowing it

For a time

GoneLost (for boo and bean)

Sitting here today

I’m present to

Lost and found

Something lost can

Be found again

But by then

It’s too late

Either you’ve discovered

A replacement or

You’ve learned to

Do without it

Keep important things

Close to you

Because once they’re

Gone they are

Gone for good

TagAlong

As a child

I always wanted

To tag along

With the older

Boys now the

Younger ones want

To tag along

With me times

Never change do

They we do

Home

As you move

Farther away from

The thing that

You called home

The smaller it

Becomes until you

Arrive some place

Else and it

Gains your importance

Home is never

Where you were

It is always

Where you are