the conversation…

the conversation

she lie beside him
and
discussed
for hours
their life together
the ups and downs
the tears shed
alone
and
those shared
when
life
had broken
both
their hears
she giggled
when she recalled
their first date
how fate
had brought
them
together
they were
an unlikely pair
but
somehow
through out the years
they had grown
closer
smiling
she kissed
his cold
lifeless forehead
rose from his side
drying her tears
she left the room
and
thanked the nurse
for the time
to say
goodbye

lick the platter clean…

lick the platter clean

some folks bitch and moan
that there’s just a few cake crumbs
left on life’s old plate
while others choose to savor 
every last speck on the dish

 

 

eye to eye…

eye to eye

these are the moments
that will remain
when others
have
forgotten
our names
when
the routine
of
life
has ended
these
moments
when
our souls
are shared
and 
care
has no place
in our bed
no tears
are
shed
just the sweetness
of
lips
and
the warmth
of
our embrace
nothing
matters
in
these moments
except
the
moment

 

 

some kind of how…

some kind of how2

not much
to
look at
a struggling plant
in
a plastic
abandoned pot
but
i’d argue
it’s
a thing
of
beauty
for
that little sprig
signifies
resilience
and hope
and
maybe
just maybe
we’ll
be able
to engender
the same
characteristics
in
our lives