When I say what I think,
I forget to think about what I'm saying.

So lost in the thought, the moment,
the birth of a dream, the death of
the second to reconsider the stream of
words to describe the emotional
birds that fly from my mouth with
featherless wings- like bats.

When you expose what is in the dark,
The light cleans away the haunting thought.

A new perspective has room to thrive,
You realize you are still alive
inside.

When we live with pride in light,
We discover the strength to fight.

I still sing.

Its hard to understand,
when you are a little girl,
the sacrifices your father makes-
for your good, for your family's well being-

You want more hugs.
You want more time.
You want more happy moments with him.

But he is tired and angry.
He works so hard and spends so little.
He worries more than he dreams.

Then one day there comes a time-
When he gives you the world,
The world in kind words, in a helping hand,
With hands he has used to work for you,
All of his life.

In that instant it becomes quite clear,
You are the young woman who holds his heart-
Every correction and every redirection
came from pure love.

From then on you will spend many days,
Searching for the chance,
The opportunity to achieve what says,
Daddy, I love you too.

What do I hear in the words you say?
Words that make my face flush-
What do I hear in the words you say?
Words that make my heart rush-

Something in their inflection,
Confounds my intention.
Something in their tone,
Makes me happy I'm alone
With you.

What do I hear in the words?
A breath that drives my mind-
What do I hear in the words?
Freedom was hard to find
Till you.

Happy Friday

I fidget with the keys in my hand as I walk the long hallway.
These last three minutes before I enter the door are most hard.
On the other side two happy cats race to the entry way.
I peek in to make sure they are not too close to the door.
I walk into familiar surroundings and felines fall at my feet.
They expose their soft fluffy bellies for a tickle.
I am welcomed home.

I walk through the entry way and drop my purse and case.
I lose the jacket and the heels and drop the keys on their hook.
I find softer things to wear and a pair of squishy slippers.
I take off my make up and brush out my hair.
I think about dinner and my husband's appetite.
At last I sit down and chat with you.
And I am welcomed home.

I begin to cook the evening meal.
I straighten things here and there.
I entertain myself and wonder which minute he will arrive.
He walks through the door and we kiss hello.
He loses his jacket and shoes for a hoody and slippers.
He sits down to eat the dinner I have made.
And I am welcomed home.

The rain pours down upon my head
I laugh and run for cover
I am too grown up for rain soaked hair

Standing in the archway of the bagel shop
I remember when I could stand
in the rain with my mouth open wide
and have a drink with God

I wait for the rain to subside
So I might continue the day's business
But when the day is done
Ill stand naked in the shower
And pretend I'm laughing in the rain

The cold slush slides down my throat.
The plastic tube goes flat.
The liquid turns my lips purple.
And my brain begins to freeze.
No matter, the Ice Pop keeps my heart warm.