It is said
That something new
Is one step
Away from where
You quit that
The thing you
Seek is but
One arm-length away
Before you stop
Walking down your
Path turn around
And see how
Each stone led
You to somewhere
New for it’s
Easier to connect
The dots behind
Than in front
And into me
You breathed a
Fresh sweet air
Like standing on
A mountain top
And inhaling crispness
Like hungrily biting
Into that cool
Green apple feeling
The juice flow
Down your chin
I awaken now
With thoughts of
You and they
Bring me warmth
Like a hearth
Fire on a
Dark November night
I have found
That in life
Being you the
You that you
Were meant to
Be is less
Scary than being
What you’re not
Celebrate you every
Day because it’s
Your uniqueness that
God breathed into
Your soul on
The special day
You were born
Just saw a
Fly get caught
In spiders web
And finally understood
Why the goodbye
You felt curious
And then caught
Cautious and then
Quietly painfully seduced
Struggling still you
Tried in vain
But in my
Web you remained
With nothing to
Do but die
I could have
Freed you but
Instead watched you
Struggle until goodbye
Slipped by and
I knew that
You didn’t belong
Just to me
Cardinals sing from
Bushes and treetops
Calling their forever
Mate that’s bobbing
From line to
Post like a
Telegraph message morning
Hasn’t arrived though
You can see
It’s puffs of
Yellow like a
Steam locomotive just
Beyond the hill
As no more
Than a thousand
Crickets coming off
Third shift wish
A warm goodnight
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 