If I do
it’s only to
share what I’ve
become the things
that I’ve found
and not the
the things forgotten
for those things
no longer make
or matter except
as a natter
of long ago
battles and wars
but maybe the
scars of skirmishes
seen and counted
in dim light
after or before
and then tales
of long ago
told around the
campfire of passion
Category: Friendship
BeanLilBean
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 