I not only
watched you grow
up but your
baby brother too
it’s weird this
me slowing down
like an oak
way out there
and you too
taking root somewhere
else I can
see your blossoms
from over here
but I can’t
smell your fragrance
so imagine it
then I will
and yes it’s
just that sweet
Category: Friendship
LittleTree
Christmas trees
to me
are family
at least
while they
are visiting
telling stories
they remind
giving joy
they receive
our adoration
but then
they go
like most
relatives do
into obscurity
until next
year when
they will
visit again
RatherHearThanHave
It is
funny this
that bird
which for
so long
I’d wished
to keep
has returned
ready to
be caged
but now
I no
longer want
knowing that
a captured
bird never
sings songs
of beauty
HomeIsTheWho
And after having
lost everything that
I had known
I kept moving
forward knowing that
I would land
somewhere and that
the where meant
less to me
than the who
for the who
would be home
BeaconBe
Be the beacon
allow others darkness
for they will
find your light
only when and
if they are
looking for it
remain yourself steady
a safe harbor
amongst their torrents
they either will
or they won’t
to the beacon
neither ever matters
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 