A Poet's Worth

It’s the joy of today and the loss of tomorrows, a boy at the bat, all his bases and sorrows. It’s the music we touch when we hear lovers’ hearts, or the hustle and bustle of local food marts. It’s the sigh of the sun and kid’s skips along breeze, our favorite lyrics of the birds and the bees. It’s a mother remembered by a grown up child, or a howl as it lingers in the starry wild. It’s the innocent bubbles of a newborn’s eyes, or the push and the pout of a little girl’s cries. A note crossing desks when the teacher’s not looking, a fisherman’s grin at the fish that he’s hooking. It’s our love and emotions, the way we see God, or the moo of a cowbell in the dells we trod. So we dance to our tunes and we share how we feel. May we cherish all poets and rhymes as they heal!