If there’s one
Thing that we
All strive for
From toddler to
Old age is
Independence from tyranny
And oppressive acts
I have gained
My independence many
Times but most
Importantly me choosing
Who I will
Love and how
I will love
Them forever more
Category: Kindness
Morning
Oh the morning
Is blue blue
Blue blue like
A Robins next
Surrounded by green
Such colors like
The wet pallet
Of a fresh
Artist crisp like
Jelly beans everything
Is sweet today
Even my eyes
Having been blessed
By this glory
HeadCold
I have been
Ill the past
Few days something
Common like heartbreak
But not as
Deadly more of
A head cold
Thinking about you
Followed by congestion
And hoarseness nothing
Comes out but
It’s all stuffed
Inside until the
Dam breaks and
Out it comes
In torrents breaking
Tempting even levees
EverAfter
Most are like
Hand puppets or
Toy trucks or
Dolls they’re nothing
Really without you
You give them
Voice and dreams
And life you
Give them sounds
And quests and
Adventure the whole
Fairytale ending and
Happily ever after
Children play with
Toys and dreams
Adults play with
Adults same dreams
Different voices all-together
StoreMore
And back again
To a clean
Blackboard and chalk
Drawing words and
Numbers and hopes
And punishment but
Fresh I am
To thinking that
Perhaps I’ve used
Up my stockpile
Of love that
Perhaps it’s time
To forage and
Store some more
For the next
Season when love
Will blossom again
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 