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: Recollections
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
MathLove
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
SmileSmile
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
Meeting
Oh and then
He said hello
Oh I stared
Squinting from the
Suns glare haloing
Him uncertain how
He looked unable
We simply talked
Like strangers on
A bus until
A cloud covered
The sun and
Saw him and
As suspected there
Stood an Angel
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 