And unto this
day a child
was born and
His name Emmanuel
and unto that
day before and
after other children
were born and
although not named
bring with them
the same hope
innocence and promise
that of peace
to all and
good will to
each and everyone
Category: Parents
BlockMoms
There was
this mom
who back
when I
was young
adopted every
neighborhood kid
that mom
that block
mom that
every single
kids mom
was one
of many
moms who
knew that
most of
us kids
never had
a mom
at home
at all
Ornaments
Ornaments given
memories received
all mine
hung somewhere
on someone
else’s tree
bringing peace
ornaments are
like little
crystal balls
conjuring up
dreams fantasies
and hope
for a
better world
they never
grow old
just those
who gaze
upon them
they do
Casserole
There are good
days and bad
and a whole
lotta in betwens
that blend together
like some kind
of baked casserole
using up remains
of something else
we seem to
remember when first
we tasted it
but as meals
go so does
much of life
eventually becoming leftovers
and then goulash
dreams become reality
feeding the hordes
TimeSon
When I hear
whether near or
far that particular
melody I’m taken
back to the
first time I
ever heard it
and like the
early evening whistle
of my father
calling me home
for the night
I’m reminded that
despite my desire
to remain longer
I must go
for someone somewhere
on the end
of that whistle
and that melody
calls for me
it’s time son
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 