Sweet dreams my love and kindness –
may you rest well, as you are blessed.
I hope you will remember the climbs,
no matter the falls or how many times.
May you remember being so brave
and the kind Friends and the first forgive.
Your daily smile and essence to be.
May you see flowers, birds and trees.
I love you my, Dear, with all my-being.
~An excerpt from for Our Children
Once there was a peculiar fish –
his name was wiggly fish.
His best friend was goosefish,
who had a pet catfish.
His best friend’s favorite color was whitefish,
while wiggly’s favorite color is bluefish.
At night he wishes upon starfish
and believes in God and has a angelfish.
He was very strong, so no one called him a weakfish.
Wiggly’s cousin had a pet dogfish,
who loved reading about kingfish!
Wiggly traveled all the seas with globefish
and loved warm weather with other sunfish.
He helped build walls with rockfish and
he swam in circles and did not want to be a flatfish!
He loves balloons and is helped by blowfish
and fashions giving gifts with ribbonfish.
He doesn’t fight, especially with swordfish!
He loves peanut butterfish and jellyfish ~
and knows how to ride a bicycle and peddlefish.
Wiggly always admired lionfish
and had lots of money and goldfish.
He loves his Mom, cuttlefish –
have you ever seen a sawfish?
Can you think of any other fish,
my sweetheart, babyfish?
Note: all names of fish listed in this poem are actual names of fish found in the dictionary and or literature.
When the morning sun a star,
in hope rises to pierce the dark
all time seems lost here or far –
for Easter Day, the blessing mark.
My little kitten slouches too,
scratches at my brand-new shoe.
She rests beside me on the bed,
she hugs and needs the cotton thread.
She purrs and purrs as an engine could,
so I kept her warm as a mother would.
Soon she’ll wake to drink warm milk, my ball
of yarn she thinks to find and tumbles around,
always into something like the mitten found.
Once lost, even she jumps! However, does not fall.
The Mother Tree destroys
all evil, to restore joy
in this world. The light
at the tree’s point of height
over shadows the dark.
I am devoted to the hope
of light in a kaleidoscope.
The color mosaic leaves
a space, my eye perceives.
While if we understood
our love, as sap from wood –
billions of trees and leaves
would illuminate to relieve.
We are all widely loved,
with watercolor light above –
this is our beloved tree-trunk
and wild flower treasure trove.