I’d stopped dreaming 
instead settling down 
into my routines 
reality I realized
was the medicine 
I’d been avoiding 
the bitter pill
difficult to swallow 
down my gullet 
washed down with 
gulp after gulp 
of sour disappointment 
and then you 
a little teaspoon 
filled with sweetness 
offered to help
back to dreams 
now I go
once I learned 

Rusty old hinge
kept door closed 
the aching sound 
worn out knees 
filled with rheumatism 
was too much 
an oil can 
found in garage 
a few clicks 
to the heart
and trust again 
I do now
to let breeze
flow through home 

Had I known 
that to have 
was also enough 
I’d spent less 
time seeking more 
and more time 
appreciating the less
but we never 
that is until 
what little we 
have is gone 

There’s this one 
song that reminds 
me of time 
and again time 
and times gone 
its harmonious ballad 
haunts the halls
of my heart
like a figure 
ducking into doorways 
holding a candle 

Plenty and enough 
the happy twins 
and cousins to
grace and grateful 
are the blessed 
children of gratitude 
and of love 
and the grandkids 
of joy and 
of patience peace