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
I woke up
Thinking like a
Child perplexed by
Division me divided
Into you equaling
Something less than
We were at
The start now
A period placed
Before we were
Just two numbers
Now were less
And not more
I’m a fool
Once again caught
By the gaze
Of a smile
Beaming from behind
Mischievous eyes like
A cunning dog
Knowing that I
Will step closer
Then bite at
My touch but
So I must
Not because I
Wish to be
Bit but because
I still trust
Those beautiful smiles
Knowing that one
Has twinkling eyes
Here are the
Rocks of a
Solid foundation for
Relationships
Affection respect truthfulness
Compassion empathy charm
Wit intimacy sex
The mortar is
The work invested
The water is
Sweat build on
Strong footings dont
Build on the
Shifting sands of
Attraction it is
Prone to dissolve
Back to the
Dugout having just
Struck out again
To wonder if
If I should
Continue to play
Knowing that I
I have promise
If only I
Could get on
Base I know
That I would
Make it home
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 