Wasted Time

Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece

WE ARE

Painted with the colors of
Love and Pain
Tears, laughter and sacrifice
Standing strong against the hands of time

Heirloom Eggshells

Finely laid egg shells break 
Each step becomes more frantic
Heirlooms passed down

Dire need

You’re not shutting me out

I’ve always been in

Let go of the lock and set us both free

Heart strings

Missing my dad..Getting use to him being gone is going to be hard.

Where am I?

“She’s blowing a gale today, batten down the hatches and lean into the wind. This storm will pass and tomorrow we can go fishing.” Quote by Robert M. Fisler

A Stroke of Love

My father passed peacefully on January 10th 2021, Sunday at sunset

An Epiphany

WITHOUT THE BEE, THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SPIDER THIS WORLD IS NO LONGER A PLACE I WOULD WANT TO BE

Siblings

A tightly twisted and entangled set of twins. One can not exist without the other.  Like its brother, it has no end nor a beginning.  It too has always been and will always live, but that is where their likeness ends.