I have learned in
My long life that
People remember those who
Were kind to them
Long after they have
Forgotten those who have
Been mean to them
Category: Affection
BeFound
What you find
Is never the
Thing looked for
It’s a thing
But never ever
The thing sought
That’s what the
Mind always says
But when the
Heart quietly listens
It can hear
The whispered wish
From another hoping
To find you
SuchQuiet
While looking out the
Window at this cold
And cloudy Denver morning
I am reminded of
One particularly chilly November
Day I hear the
Sounds and smell the
Aromas and remember then
And now and yet
And even still I
Am there not here
Not now not ever
I wonder why certain
Things cover us up
Like warm blankets drawn
Over our napping bodies
By our treasured memories
LoversSnow
I think that love
Falls from heaven just
Like snow at night
It’s known to be
There but only seen
When either caught in
The street lamps light
Or the brightness of
The eyes of the
Lovers giving and receiving
Sunrise
The sky lightened slowly
Yawning and stretching like
A napping cat moving
From the shadowy sofa
To the sunlit windowsill
Basking there like most
People do as they
Slowly start their day
The sun reminding them
That yesterday had its
Own sun and that
Today’s belongs to them
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 