When I was young
We had a bottle
Filled with fairy juice
In it was a
Halo on a wand
You wished and blew
Out popped a fairy
It glided and bounced
It sparkled and shimmered
As it caught sunlight
But when chased when
Caught and tried to
Keep it popped disappearing
Into a million sparkles
This is love now
At least to me
Born from a wish
Through a halo breathed
Only to pop disappearing
When I dare touch
Shadows are funny things
Children frolic with them
While adults run away
Oftentimes I do think
That shadows are our
Mirrors reflection soul side
The part of ourselves
Rarely gazed upon infrequently
Considered but always there
Reminding us all that
Even our souls have
A dark side seen
I remember simpler times
Times when what we
Knew was limited and
What we didn’t was
Found in books and
Imaginations tucked deeply away
On lonely dark shelves
Today knowledge is immediate
But wisdom whether about
Another or a thing
Requires time and experience
The mind is an
Entitled child taking discarding
Barely opened things but
The heart from where
Wisdom flows is ever
But an elder rocking
On a porch somewhere
Recalling recounting and remembering
The wrongs they did
Some just can’t stay
It’s a lesson learned
Likely as a child
For me it was
Spike a roughhousing cat
Why he had to
Go I’ll never know
And throughout my life
Others followed him to
Where I’ll never know
But as I age
I do know this
That wherever they have
Gone that I will
Too one day follow
Oh now come on
Who doesn’t want a
Super power to be
Able to do things
Others cannot the only
Difference between a super
Power and an abomination
Is a person’s desire
To have be do
Even if you’re born
That very special way
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 