Cycle

Streaming hot tears run down her face
Lacking faith in her strength
In her room she softly weeps
Overwhelmed with tasks she keeps
Never enough, always too much
Inconvenient overachiever
Try to stay a hopeful believer
Teachers pet, friend to all
Alone at heart with a face that stalls
Smiles bright but cries at night
Afraid to let them see her
Always one to please and care
For others needs is what she’ll share
No time alone she walks back home
To start the cycle over.

Poetry

Poetry is I all have
Expressing words through my hands
I have deep thoughts
And so I jot
A poem, something new.
Poetry is like a leaf, falling from a tree
Letting go I see the sun drift away from me
In this moment of jotting thoughts
Nothing can compare
To the beauty, joy and serenity
Through poetry we can share.

A Serendipitous Waltz

In an antique shop of memories old,
A boy and a girl, their story unfolds.
Pages of books, records on display,
They wander together on their first date.

Hats from a bygone era perch on their heads,
As laughter and whispers fill the air like threads.
Exploring the past in this treasure trove,
They find common tales, a shared treasure trove.

Amidst the fragrant aroma of brewed delight,
They sip on hot drinks, hearts taking flight.
Through downtown streets, hand in hand they roam,
Creating a story, a place to call home.

Beneath the moon’s tender, silvery grace,
They dance on the sidewalk, an intimate space.
Stars above witness their sweet romance,
A celestial waltz, a cosmic chance.

Lips meet in a kiss, a moment so sweet,
A connection formed, as two hearts beat.
In the quiet of night, love takes its chance,
Taking her hand, he asks for a dance.
In the dance of new memories, a timeless romance.