How I know that
I do love you
I see me in
You in your eyes
And in your smile
I see me in
How you look at
Me I worry about
You knowing that you
Are worrying about me
I think about you
When I’m not thinking
About anything else I
Wonder about you where
And when and if
How do I know
That I love you
Because it’s all that
I have ever known
Ever truly ever known
Category: happines
HappyBirthdayJadon
It was this day
Only twenty-one years ago
That our world was
Blessed by you it
Had absolutely no idea
What it was missing
Until you showed us
You my dear boy
Are just simply lovely
Like that one sunflower
In a peonies sea
That one taller than
All flowers whose head
Is always tilted upwards
And like the sun
Rooted to the earth
Your smile warms and
Welcomes and follows east
To west oh my
But you are a
Treasure on a beach
Happiest of Birthdays Jadon
On behalf of all
Of us may these
Wishes bring you joy
OooAhhMmm
It’s never really about
The explosion of light
Or even the aaahhhs
And it’s never about
All of the expectations
It’s only ever about
Feeling like a child
Again once again yet
Again this is what
Fireworks and love does
To and for us
NoMoreBattlefields
I love this life
Of not knowing what
When who or why
Even the where isn’t
Exact it’s more gaseous
Usually experienced when young
But still always new
Even at my age
Through with the wars
I have abandoned my
Battlefields leaving behind the
Faceless and the known
And now as scars
Have healed but noticeable
Still I go anywhere
Where silence replaces guilt
That new place will
No longer scream victory
Or retreat or surrender
But something far less
Like oats whispering as
They shuffle in wind
Or willows that readjust
As the Autumn breeze
Catches each green finger
At last bringing comfort
I will find there
Knowing that the other
There is behind me
Well what do you
Know here we are
LikeDaffodils
The less that I
Insist that I am
The more that others
Show up the more
That I abandon what
I think and cross
Over to their side
And think a moment
Their way life opens
Like late winter daffodils
Stop being what you
Think that you are
And rather be who
They are looking for
Over there not here
Just like those crazy
Silly late winter flowers
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 