Home Disability Poems

The Tricky Chirp

The nester bird comes to live, 
in a nest, they did not make. 
Yet... the bird, 
feels right at home 
and not alone...

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Sweet Grace

Forgiven is grace, 
on my face, 
smiling, 
that I am free. 
Jesus, 
he loves me. 

How do I know that He is real, 
because...

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Quiet Bird Songs

Daughter, come home. 
Your mom is calling you. 
She is singing the same song, 
as when you were little. 
She remembers, 
everything. 
She...

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Recycled

I have gone through many storms. 
Some I thought would capsize the boat, 
and drown both me, 
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of...

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The Caregiver

You come every day. 
I pay you to do that. 
Or if I do not, 
someone does, 
that takes care of 
that kind of...

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Butterfly

Butterfly sweet, 
lovely wings of gossamer gold. 
Stretch your tips to the stars, 
as that is the reality of freedom. 
Glide for hours above the...

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Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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Feeling Young

Quiet is the morning, 
the sun coming over the mountains...
in the distance. 
Not quickly, 
but exactly at the right time. 
The day has begun....

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Rules

In life, it is a give and take. 
However, for some it is just take and take. 
For others, it is only fulfilling to know
that...

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Come Back 

The air is thick
and hard to breathe. 
I am tired of waiting, 
but will never give up. 
You have been too long, 
but...

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A Guest

Little tiny mouse, 
why are you in my house? 
Out the back door, 
there are fields aplenty. 
Down by the creek,
there is water, afresh....

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Dark -thirty

I don't know what time it is. 
I know work ended, 
at least the place I get paid, 
to do the things they need...

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Pineapple Delight

Today is the first day, 
The rest will all just follow, 
and sometimes get in the way. 
There will be good times, 
bad times,...

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The Passing of Fear
A mark on the door…

It is so quiet here, 
I believe that I can hear a snake, 
meandering across the dirt road,...

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Storm Front

My voice is quiet. 
I have little to say. 
I am listening instead…

I can hear birds. 
Not a couple, but many.
They are all around....

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