Inspiration

What inspires me

Is what my

Heart sings it’s

Passion and compassion

It’s laughter and

Kindness in sight

Of fear it’s

Your reading of

This and wagging

Tails and long

Loving tongues these

Are the things

Which inspire me

Fork

And there came

The fork that

Place where we

Went you me

And not us

Oh I wished

That we could’ve

Been us for

A while longer

For a few

More steps or

Miles or hours

Or maybe days

But now is

When I say

Goodbye to us

And hello to

You

Writing (for Christopher)

Every single time

That I begin

To write its

As though I’m

Stepping into Heaven

I step into

A different beautiful

Place where everything

Simply becomes words

Spirit (to Christopher)

And like in

The cold your

Breath rising through

Woolen mittens I

Witness your spirit

Escaping your lips

After a kiss

Or the deep

Sighs of understanding

Or that look

On your face

When you at

Last understand the

Joke I played

Your spirit is

Your sun and

I see it daily

DampCharlotte

There’s a dampness

This morning like

A freshly showered

Bathroom that hangs

Like freshly laundered

Shirts and misty

Spider webs cling

To tall trees

The air smells

Like wet cement

And dirt little

Glass ornaments teeter

On leaves and

Leap onto clothing

Saturating it duck

Calls echo in

The distance as

Charlotte awakens a

Freshly bathed child