Parting

One is strong, a child now grown
The other weak, a parent aged
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The strong once feeble
The weak once mighty
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Time, the infinity
has marked them...

Butterfly Kisses

Aged imperfections
stitched upon my face
years and years of wisdom
earned by His holy grace.
Quiet solitude in a humble home
all the family scattered now
like nomads do they roam.
Then a gift
sent from above
a memory
pure and tangible
wrapped in innocence and
unquestioning love.
A butterfly kiss
lands gently upon my cheek
from an unseen child
a kiss most sweet.
Heaven grants grace
and tears follow
as youth revisits
this empty hollow.

Soul Sister

Evoking all my inner goodness
with bastions of time
I cradle your heart
sisterly into mine...

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, 'A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!

We could endlessly reminisce, live in the past to an unhealthy degree, then politely kill each other some winter night before bedtime, stirring poison into our cups of whiskey-spiked chamomile tea, wearing party hats. Then, nervous about our double homicide, we could lie in bed together, holding hands again, frightened and waiting, still wondering, after all these years, if we even believed in our own souls.

Depths of Friendship

...under fathoms deep
of dark and bitter cold
an eerie oscillation
reverberated brash and bold...