Colored (for Mary)

Life is

Not black

And white

It’s colorful

We see

Colors dream

In colors

Wear colors

Ooo and ahh

At colors

And so

Are we

We’re all

Colored even

Stained it’s

Called kaleidoscope

Once you

Peek inside

Nothing is

Ever black

Or white

PerfectPicture

Wanting perfection

Is a

Feeble pursuit

Once you

Realize nothing

Is perfect

Then you

Can see

The beauty

Of flaws

And how

All of

Us blemished

People do

Indeed combine

To create

That one

Perfect picture

Simba

When a

Boy misses

His dog

He goes

To see

Him but

When the

Dog is

Gone forever

The same

Boy goes

To tears

Love (to You)

Childhood Curiosity

Began then

Came desire

Followed by

Love now

That I’ve

Tasted love

I know

That without

It I’m

But a

Child wandering

Exploring demanding

Selfish with

It I’m

Compassionate caring

And whole

Be love

Not children

Atrophy

And sometimes

The heart

Grows cold

A distant

Drum thumping

In the

Chest a

Stiffening of

Muscle love

Is not

A thing

Or person

It’s you

And while

It may

Cool it

Still warms

When sitting

Close there