“Alone”

The woods are eerily still along the winding driveway as my headlights catch glimpses of the hidden secrets of the darkness, careful not to reveal their shadows. The only sound is the gravel crackling and echoing under my wheels as I ease into the garage. The house sits peacefully covered in a layer of dewy silence under the night sky, nestled in the darkness of the woods. The inside remains still and untouched, just as we left it. I am reminded of how long it’s been since I’ve been here, since we’ve been here.

My eyes cannot see through the darkness of the backyard out the bay window; walking the grounds will have to wait until day break. The drive was long, and I am tired. I stir the house awake by lighting a fire and it wastes no time spitting and screaming at me, as the orange glow of the flames sets my skin ablaze. It is the most perfect kind of warmth matched only by being wrapped up in your arms.

Drifting off to sleep and wrapped up in the warmth of the fire, my mind carries me to you like a delicate leaf caught up in the autumn wind and gently places me on the memory of the last time we were together. I cannot stop myself, maybe the morning will be better.

The birds singing their morning song from high atop the waving oak trees has replaced my alarm clock. Upon waking, I am reminded how much I love the sounds of nature. Your side of the bed sits cold and untouched. I dreamed you’d come.

It is cold here today, just like you like it. I loaded the wood burning stove with three large pieces of wood placed in a triangle just as you showed me all those years ago, before heading out back to check the grounds. The pine trees are over twenty feet tall and have filled out nicely. I was able to gather a collection of their discarded pine cones that I will use for holiday decorations this year, maybe. It is beautiful and peaceful up here this time of year with the leaves changing colors and I wish you were here.

While sipping my coffee on the deck today, the tall oaks seemed to cautiously wave at me, careful not to disturb because they know what I know…I’m alone.

“A Pocket for Everything”

She is the keeper of things great and small
giggles and hugs, she keeps them all.

The good times and tough times cannot hide
for deep in her heart is where they reside.

The kisses you placed all over her cheeks
and the ones blown from your hand, she was sure to keep.

She grabbed them for later and hid them away
to warm her heart, on every rainy day.

Her memories are tucked safe in their place
and bring her immense joy, upon seeing the face;

Of the one she gave life and unconditional love
that is her blessing, sent from above.

Yes, she is the keeper, an angel with wings
for your mother has a pocket, for everything.

Kindness To A Child

I am a child.
Like anyone else
I want to be heard,
Not just seen.

I have much to say
Much more to give
But I am told to go away,
Let people be.

You have an opportunity
To make an impression in my life,
For the actions you take
Will impact, who I am to be.

I watch you and I see
How busy you are,
Everyone wants your time
But today, you save it for me.

When you give me your time
My world stands still,
The way you stop and listen
To the words, I have to say.

I share with you my thoughts
As I look into your eyes,
My heart knows you are listening,
You do not look away.

Your choice is simple
And cost you nothing to give,
To show me how important I am
And not walk away.

Today you showed me love
And that I matter to you,
I am important in this life
Now and always.

For there is no greater gift
That one person can give,
Than to show kindness and love
To a child, every day.