A Flower’s Mother

A Flower’s Mother

Someone loved you

Took care of you

Made sure you were happy

From the very first day of your life

She watched you grow

Fed you

And made sure that no one hurt you

You were her baby

And she gave you all she had

She was your mother

And that is truly the best love

That a flower could ever have

© Shadowlight Publishing 2017

The Night

The Night

I remember the last time I saw you

It was several lifetimes ago

It was the night the stars went dark

The moon fell from the sky

And the sun forgot to rise

It was the night I learned what love was

The night it walked out the door

And you were gone

Backyard Bar

Backyard Bar

I know a place

Down at the end of Johnson Court

It is a place where anyone can go

Lawyer or miner

It doesn’t matter

Everyone’s welcome

Coor’s starts the night

When the sun goes down

Under the open, cloudless sky

Watching the girls in their cutoffs

Especially the ones who drink shots

It is a place for everyone to have fun

Listening to Johnny, Charlie, and Waylon

And maybe one or two by good ol’ Willie

Dancing and singing to your favorite songs

You can become someone they cannot really be

And just drink until the sun comes up again

Then it’s the last shot of Jack Daniels

And a long crawl home

Time to forget whatever you did that night

And make plans to come back tomorrow

Back to your favorite backyard bar

Let The Night Come

Paradise

Paradise

Too much concrete

Too much glass

Too much steel

Holding too many people

There's no space to be alone

No place for me to be me

Awake or asleep

All I can do is dream

Praying for a moment

When I can do the impossible

Finding a place man has never been

With grasses, trees and mosses

The veil of a fog blown by a gentle breeze

Making the distance fade into mystery

Broken only by the immortal songs

Sung by a million birds

I will dream of a moment or a forever

When I can stand alone in paradise

And my songs will also flow with the breeze

The Old Photograph

The Old Photograph

I love searching

Looking for things

Trying to find that something

Something that makes me think

There was an old picture

Damaged beyond repair

Sitting in the bottom of an old trunk

Forgotten for years

It was so fragile when I touched it

I was a little scared

Afraid it would turn to powder

Yet, I saw you standing there

Two people in love

I wonder who you were

What kind of life did you live

What did you talk about

Did you have children you loved

Did the love you as much

You may just be an old photograph

But you were real people

With real stories

It is too bad I can’t hear them

But I can see a lot of your life

Hidden in that old torn photograph

That no one remembers

We Never Met You

We Never Met You

We never met you

Maybe we never would

You were the good girl

Never hurting anyone

But you could not stand the evil

You knew you had to do something

Something to help all mankind

You traded your skirts for fatigues

Your make up for a rifle

And you fought for your flag

Bullets flew past your head

And bombs blew up next you

But you never gave up

You kept fighting the fight

Until the one bullet you didn’t hear

Now you come home to an honor guard

Covered by the flag you loved so much

We never met you

Maybe we never would

But we will cry for you

And for all those who came back with you

Under the flag they loved

None of you will ever be forgotten