My dear boy
Your heart is
Breaking by loss
Everything begins and
Everything ends we
Often don’t splash
In the puddle
Of life thinking
That rain comes
But when it
Doesn’t and life
Dries up we
Cry grieve now
Knowing that love
Will fill your
Puddle and once
Again soon you’ll
Splash being silly
There is but
One simple truth
My dear boy
We are either
Growing or we’re
Dying there’s no
Middle ground move
From bear to bike
To car to
Boy and be
Your best self
That’s what you
Have to do
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
And then like
Storm clouds which
Pass and sun
Breaks free your
Texts warmed me
Wrapped their arms
Around me like
A protective parent
After nights nightmares
Like fresh mountain
Air they filled
Me with hope
Oh and excitement
Like a boy
With a puppy
You found me
A new friend
We should all
Listen to the
Wind more often
It sings the
Soul’s song a
Whisper a
Whistle a storm
And a wee
Sit and listen
To hear the
Sounds of souls
Saying live now
Love often and
Above all sing
The souls song
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 