You fit me
Like an old shoe
Been resoled, shined
Renewed
Who is wearing who?
Strung out to dry
Hopes are high.
My sole one
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Category Archives: Biography
Six feet
All I receive
these days
is junk mail.
Now I no longer
have the need
will you wear
my shoes?
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Image (C) Carlos Barria /Reuters
To my girl
Having friends like these
Makes it good to be alive
Once a loved one burdened
Me with my life
Ever since I doubted
Was I made for strife?
My worth upon this earth
Is not mother or a wife
A helper and completer
For those grafted to the vine
All these inner longings
Are a gift from God divine
Now my little angel, rest
Until the day is fine
All your gifts and hugs to give
I’ll gladly take as mine
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Going the distance
How far could I throw you?
The distance between us grows more and less..
Hours of ours
If the walls could speak..
Look! you live in a fortress
with stone walls built up high
the workmanship is old
the roof lets in the sky
there is treasure in the mortar
if it all falls in
the slightest gap a way
for new life to begin
a record of your past
lies hidden here within
the mansion in the sky
is quite unlike these walls
Its Caretaker welcomes you and I
and would never let it fall.
Living words
Jubilee, for me will be a far more glorious year
Silence speaks..
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Shine on me
Photo by Jake Hills
Fostering Love
Years ago we dreamt of a foster child
before our numbers grew
We believed a child
could grow in our home
yet affection would misconstrue
no desire to return the favours you give
no gratitude for the way we live
With this in mind I watered the soil
to love and care for you
Count the stars of heaven 