Loss Grandfather Poems

I am not the nightlight, nor am I the monster under my bed that my father would tell me to fear. I never feared the...

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I wonder if flowers feel themselves slowly dying 
Bathing in the bright,
A rosy lemon violet smile,
How soon shall that wither and fall?

A blown Watercolour world,
Standing...

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How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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Strong, in some ways –
Reflecting the old times, the old days,
Like a moment inspired by light,
Suggesting the beauty of a smile,
Echoing truth in every movement,
Exposing...

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I can hear her choking back tears, soft silent sobs echo through the phone as she tells me
“If he were still alive, we’d have been...

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Some folks like to say that life’s a beach
Build our castles in the sand and then we dive
But there are few who care enough to...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith...

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Written April 14, 2017


It's easy to fall in love
Even easier to break apart
I've been trying for six long years
To mend this broken heart

You used to...

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Life Comes to You


				You can’t plan life,
				Life comes to you,
				God is the only One
				Who knows the direction
				Our life will go,
				Our dreams and goals
				Sometimes get put...

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Draw the shades and close your eyes, shielded
from the sun and rain, retreat
into your own world and drift away.  Listen
to the silence as the...

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The miracle is restoring
joy.

Sometimes this means bringing back the dead,
Opening the eyes of the blind,
Restoring limbs,
and so on,
but these are just means to a Greater...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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The rite of passage

		The old green wagon moves a life
		Heads appear like nodding gulls
		Eyes cast down searching cracked flags
		Hopes from people sadly to be missed.
		Un-walked...

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