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Kevin M Davis Poem
But Today Is Not That Day
Kevin Davis 2025
The day may soon come when I cannot walk unaided,
when I need help tying my shoes.
The day may soon come when I can’t pull on my socks,
or even slip my pants on by myself.
The day may soon come when I can’t shop on my own,
or sit in a restaurant and order for myself.
The day may soon come when I need help preparing food,
washing dishes or folding clothes.
The day may soon come when I forget my wife’s birthday,
our anniversary, or even Christmas morning.
But today is not that day.
I can wander through my house, and I’ve got slip-on shoes that wait for me.
But today is not that day.
I can skip the socks if I choose and still pull on my pants one leg at a time.
But today is not that day.
I can shop with an electric cart— my own, tucked neatly in the trunk of my car.
But today is not that day.
I can make a sandwich, load the dishwasher and do most things that need doing.
But today is not that day.
I still remember the dates that matter— appointments, birthdays, refills, and love.
So, until that day comes,
I will live this life wide open. I will greet each morning with a smile.
So, until that day comes,
I will be me—myself, my soul— and live the best I know how.
So, until that day comes,
I’ll love nature, life, and my wife, and let tomorrow take care of itself.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
When All Seems Lost
Kevin Davis 2025
When all seems lost, and pathways fade away,
Listen close to your soul — it will not loudly say.
It speaks not quickly, nor flickers faint and wan;
When you're prepared to hear, it lives inside your brain.
Your answers bloom from everything you've learned,
A quiet catalog of the many lessons earned.
From day one, you've been training for this fight —
Trust that inner lantern guiding you through the night.
When all is lost, hush — your soul will show the way:
Quiet echoes of each lesson learned each day.
From childhood's small rehearsals to the trials you've known,
Inside you lives the answer — softly, but your own.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
The Door
Kevin Davis 2026
The door was closed when I stepped in the room,
what waited behind it — joy or quiet doom?
I longed to open it, see for myself,
With no one to ask and no counsel to help.
No whisper of sound from the other side,
no glimmer of light from the threshold to hide.
But still I was curious, wanting to know,
Certain something was amiss in the shadowed glow.
I studied the knob — the keyway was bare,
no bolt in the lock, no latch to declare.
So, I gripped it gently and turned to the right;
It moved without effort and opened to sight.
The room was as dark as a moonless night,
and nothing within it gave shape to my fright.
I steadied my breathing before stepping through,
when a voice behind asked, “What are you trying to do?”
I leapt in the air and spun toward the sound,
A towering figure, a ghoul, standing ground.
“I meant no intrusion, no harm, no offense
Just curious wandering, nothing intense.”
The ghoul gave a laugh, warm, rumbling, free,
“No harm was done — come look with me.”
He flicked on the lights and welcomed me in,
A room wide and pleasant, inviting within.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
Kindness and Love
by Kevin Davis, 2024
Seek to learn what makes you whole,
The kindness and love that live in your soul.
A whisper gentle, from heavens above,
Guiding your steps with the light of love.
It’s found in a hand that reaches in need,
In the quiet grace of a selfless deed.
It shines in the words that comfort and care,
In prayers unspoken, in moments we share.
Kindness, the bridge that binds us all,
Love, the answer both mighty and small.
Together we weave a tapestry bright,
A lantern to lead through the darkest night.
So, open your heart, let your spirit be free,
Spread kindness and love like waves on the sea.
For in giving, life’s true meaning is shown—
Through kindness and love, our strength is grown.
Keep your face lifted, your smile aglow,
Embrace those around you, let warmth overflow.
Turn from the voices that darken with spite,
They offer no comfort, no joy, no light.
For all hearts seek a way to be whole,
And kindness and love are food for the soul.
So, hold to your values, let goodness remain,
The whisper of heaven will echo again.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from their midday slumber,
stirred by the western-turning sun,
the Sun is moving further westward,
bringing new delights to everyone.
Hide-and-seek, kick-the-can, catching fireflies,
these become the children’s joy,
as the birds and the insects dance in the skies.
This season of long days brings everyone out,
They savor the cool as the heat leaves with the sun.
Crickets and frogs sing a happy, but it is a sleepy tune,
Soon the darkness covers my fields and flowers,
the only light is from the Moon.
My Children watch with disappointment as darkness falls,
and find time for a few more games before last call.
But then it’s time for baths to prepare for bed,
where the day’s enjoyment becomes dreams that dance in their head.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
When the Earth Brings an End to the Day — Summer
Kevin Davis 2024
When my creatures rouse from midday’s rest,
Awakened softly by the sun’s low quest,
The western-turning light drifts down,
And warmth still hums through field and town.
Hide-and-seek and kick-the-can,
Catching fireflies, each fleeting span—
The children’s laughter fills the air,
As birds and insects dance with flair.
Long golden days invite delight,
As coolness softens fading light.
Crickets and frogs sing sleepy tunes,
And darkness gathers ‘neath the moons.
My fields grow quiet, the evening deep,
My creatures sigh and drift to sleep.
A few last games, then baths and bed—
Where joy still dances in each head.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
Love’s Field
Kevin Davis, 2026
Behind the trees where no roadway did roam
Lay a deep forest no insects called home.
On her daily flight today, the ladybug flew
High over the treetops to someplace new.
In the heart of the forest, a wide clover field,
With honeysuckle blossoms and joy it revealed.
She settled nearby, warm, safe, and content,
And felt gentle magic the meadowland sent.
“This is Love’s Field—what a wonderful place.
Tomorrow I’ll bring friends to share in its grace.”
A soft voice then spoke: “Where only love is spoken,
Happiness and joy for all go unbroken.”
So Lady danced among flowers, from bloom unto bloom,
And felt herself changing in color and tune.
Her wings shimmered green; her thoughts rearranged,
With a longing to share the love she had gained.
“Can I bring others to this wonderful field?” she asked.
“Yes, as long as they also come in love, unasked.
But tell those who come, if they come without love,
The field will not appear to them if they preach unlove.”
She knew in her heart she must carry this glow,
And bring it to all in the wide world below.
She stayed in the field till all needs were met,
Then flew home at dusk in a gold-violet sunset.
On the last tree she landed, where ladybugs lay,
Her kind settling softly to sleep till the day.
As she settled from the magic she knew,
She moved among ladybugs still dripping with dew.
There she found Joy, who blinked in surprise:
“Girl, look at you—what a marvelous sight!” she cried.
“Why?” asked Lady. “What’s different somehow?”
“Turn ’round,” said Joy, “and let me see you now.”
Lady turned slowly; Joy gasped at her back:
“A gold little heart where your black spot was—imagine that!
And your wings—they’re green, like new leaves in spring.
Oh, Lady, dear friend, what joys do you bring?”
“Such color, such glow, such warmth in your hue—
What wondrous place has awakened in you?”
Lady smiled softly. “I’ll show you tomorrow—
A field full of love that can brighten all sorrow.”
Lady slept then, and dreamed of the field,
Of all that its gentle enchantment revealed.
She dreamed of the friends she’d soon lead to that place,
To share in its warmth and its blossoming grace.
She’d show them the meadow, its clover from above,
And all they would taste of its sweetness and love.
As she slept, she smiled; her joy was revealed—
In her dreams, her friends stood in Love’s Field.
At dawn she awoke to a soft amber glow,
The hush of the forest still thrumming below.
She stretched her green wings, still warm from the night,
And felt in her heart a new blossoming light.
Love’s Field was calling, as bright as the sun,
A promise of wonders she’d only begun.
She whispered to Joy, “Come along and you’ll see—
There’s magic in clover for you and for me.”
They lifted together, two sparks in the air,
With morning winds carrying promise to share.
Behind them the treetops bowed low as they passed,
For love’s gentle magic was spreading so fast.
And Lady felt certain, as sunlight unfurled,
That this was the dawn of a bright-blossomed world.
With Joy at her side and the forest ahead,
She followed the path where Love’s Field softly led.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
Where Do You See Yourself In 5 to 10 Years
Kevin Davis 2025
Today began as what I’d call a good day— A springtime morning, bright and full of play. I basked in sunlight, letting my mind drift To younger years, when life was more a shift.
I thought of all the weight those decades bore— Family and career, and countless duties more. But time moved on, and burdens found their end, Leaving family as my truest, closest friend.
In work, I hired many through the years, Gave worthy hands a chance to climb the tiers. And interviews would circle back again: “Where do you see yourself in five or ten?”
So now today, I ask myself anew: What lies ahead, and what do I pursue? No longer bound by ambition’s tight tether, I seek a gentler vision altogether.
Perhaps I’ll tend the bonds I’ve slowly grown, Or wander down new paths I’ve never known. I’ll balance joy with rest in equal measure, Where purpose glows and life becomes a treasure.
So where will I be in five or ten years? Living life fully, unburdened by fears.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
I Wish I Had Known Them All
Kevin Davis, 2024
I wish I had known my forebears all,
To understand the roots of who I am;
Yet those I knew gave threads enough
To trace our family’s woven span.
My mother’s parents died before my birth
In lands whose customs were not my own;
Yet they left kin who spoke of them
And mourned them fully grown.
I never met those grandparents,
Yet through the stories shared,
Their trials and courage live in me—
A strength by them prepared.
The bombs that fell through their hard years
Rained fire from the skies,
Took homes and lives and shattered streets
Before their children’s eyes.
Yet in the rubble of their world
They searched for some small way
To keep their family fed and safe,
Come hardship, come what may.
My grandparents lived in Clydebank town,
In Scotland, wartime scarred;
In 1941 the blitz began,
And Clydebank suffered hard.
Of twelve thousand homes, just eight remained;
The rest lay torn apart.
Twelve hundred died, thousands were hurt—
Grief marked each family’s heart.
Thirty-five thousand were left homeless then;
Shelter was scarce and thin.
Food and work and school went on
Through losses deep within.
Their fortitude was plain to see,
Their courage stark and bright—
A people holding life intact
Amid the burning night.
My grandparents, Peter and Elizabeth Paterson,
Were steadfast, brave, and true;
They raised their children through the storm
As war around them grew.
They forged a sense of normalcy
Where chaos had its claim,
And every child gave what they could
To end the hate and flame.
My grandfather worked at John Brown’s yard
Repairing Allied ships,
Then home again to care for kin
With steady hands and lips
That sang for sailors home on leave,
His music lifting gloom—
A harbor made of melody
In wartime’s shadowed room.
My grandmother kept a home alive
When even none remained;
Their house destroyed, possessions lost,
Yet dignity sustained.
With others from their battered town
They sought what refuge could be found—
Kind Glasgow neighbors took them in
And shared what hope went round.
My mother, fifteen, school just done,
Went with her brother Fred
To work at Singer’s factory floor—
War industry ahead.
They fashioned aircraft parts and shells,
Not sewing machines of peace,
And walked home dodging strafing fire
That fell without release.
Her brother Jim joined Royal Navy ranks;
Her sisters Mary, Nellie too
Were placed with kin for safety’s sake—
Each did what they could do.
They served both family and country then
With courage, duty’s aim;
Their sacrifice runs in our blood—
Our heritage, our name.
My father met my mother there
While his ship lay in repair—
APA-13, the General Dickman, battle-worn,
Needing careful care.
Amid refitting, work, and war,
They found brief hours apart
To kindle love in shadowed days
And pledge a steadfast heart.
They courted while he piloted
His landing craft through war—
D-Day and the southern coast
Their promise binding more.
She gave her scarf; he carried it
Through danger, cold, and foam—
A token of the life they planned
Beyond the guns of Rome.
They wed September thirteenth, ’44,
With rations shared by friends;
Their wedding photos still recall
The joy that war transcends.
She sailed aboard the Santa Rosa then
With brides from many lands;
His parents welcomed her with love
And open, grateful hands.
May eighth, 1945—war’s end in Europe’s sphere.
He returned to Memphis home;
His ship was sent to Asia’s front,
While he stayed stateside, near.
She joined him there; their married life
Began in peace at last—
His service done, their duty met,
The war now in the past.
My grandmother died August ’46,
Just fifty-six years old;
Her family safe, the war complete—
Her story bravely told.
My grandfather, broken-spirited,
Lived on a little while more;
Having seen his granddaughter named for her,
He soon reached the farther shore.
My grandparents both were taken
Long before their time;
Their sacrifice is why I live—
Their struggle shapes my rhyme.
I am who I am, as are my kin,
Through all their trials endured.
That is my mother’s side—
Now I turn to those
On my father’s side, whom I knew.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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Kevin M Davis Poem
Where Did My Life Go
Kevin Davis 2024
Where did my life go, how was I to know,
That I would grow to be old and still grow,
To learn things that I didn’t know before,
Just in time, like autumn leaves falling to the ground.
When I was younger, I thought I knew it all,
People would ask me many questions so dull.
From somewhere in the back of my head, I would discover,
The very answer to the question I had found.
I am not so smart, it's just that my head was filled,
With trivial things that others forgot, yet still,
I managed to convince professors and claim my prize,
Receiving degrees and licenses with pride.
In cheap frames, I hung them prominently on the wall,
For all to see what a smart man I am to all.
People did come to see me, and I hoped I didn't fail,
To find the hope and reason to abound in every tale.
So, we talked about their problems and formed plans of care,
Addressing personal needs, creating solutions fair.
Meeting individuals, couples, families, or groups,
We found the way for their relief, action-bound in loops.
Now my career has ended, I often work at times,
Helping others where I can, happy in these climbs.
Content with using my mind for others' peace,
Comforted in all the knowledge I've found, I find release.
Retirement during work life is often a fleeting dream,
But when it comes, it becomes day-to-day, it seems.
We retired still have much to offer beyond our experience,
It's our need to be around, to share wisdom with persistence.
We need to live our lives, be valued for who we are,
Loving and valuable, a vital resource to go far,
For the good of all, our essence is truly profound,
In life's symphony, now we are all that we ever wanted to be.
Copyright © Kevin M Davis | Year Posted 2026
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