Measure of a Mistake

Hush my dear child
And dry your eyes
It is not in our victories
That we become wise

But wisdom is oft found
With our mouth full of dirt
Our face to the ground
And our heart full of hurt

Hush, my dear one
And dry your eyes
Failure and experience
Help make us wise

Janet~

My mind wandered as we sharpened pencils,
made 'back-to-school' shopping lists...

Sweet Sorrow

I remember watching you…
…and Dad
I would study your faces
And I thought you were sad

Now I understand a little
Of what I perceived as sorrow
How swiftly this moment
Reaches for tomorrow

How soon the sun slips
From summer’s sky
Touching my lips
With a slow, sweet sigh

…and sometimes when they ask me
Why I am sad
I recall watching you
…and I don't feel so bad

Janet~

About-face...

…what was I thinking?
‘I do not ask for a lifetime with you…
But I desire a moment or two?’

My dear, I do not want simply a moment with you…
I want a lifetime…maybe two
For one lifetime can never be enough
When it comes to you and me and love…

J~

Spontaneity

I thought I heard you whisper
I’ve missed you
And I thought I heard myself answer
I miss you too
Then I heard you asking the question
Where were you off to?
And I heard her instant reply
Anywhere with you…

We could walk down-town if you want to
Or go for a slow country drive
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a movie
How about dinner at five?
We could climb the hill where we were last summer
Sit and enjoy the view
I don’t really have any one thing in mind
Just anywhere…anywhere with you

We could go fishing…or just do some kissin’
Down at the old covered bridge
Remember last summer …in a late early morning?
We could do what we did…
Maybe we should visit your mother
Really anything will do
As long as we’re with each other
…yes, I miss you too

J~

Misunderstood

He used to say
'Don't tell me you love me...show me'
She knows he meant well
But actions can often be misunderstood
And somewhere along the way
It became too hard to say
'I love you'

He used to say,
'don't bother with stuff,
Show me your love'
Thinking he was doing her a favor...
But somewhere along the way
something within her died...
No matter how hard she tried
She could never do enough
To say 'I love you'

Love is...
It is not something we 'do'
and yet it touches every act
if we are in love..
To love and to be in love
Not the same thing
She wonders sometimes
If it is possible
To be in love again...

He used to say
'Don't tell me you love me...show me'
She knows he meant well
But actions can often be misunderstood
And somewhere along the way
It became too hard to say
'I love you'

He used to say,
'don't bother with stuff,
Show me your love'
Thinking he was doing her a favor...

But This...

Today you lean heavily on my mind
In tumbled shades of blue and gray
And I’ll admit, sometimes I find
That I don’t know quite what to say
But this…I love you~

J~

As Summer Bows its Head...

As summer hangs
Its pensive head
With all its fragrant
Petals shed
As cow-slip falls
Into the brook
And violet fades
From shaded nook
As jonquil weeps
Its golden tear
Against white jasmine’s
Lily ear
As fair wild rose
And anemone
Lie withered on
The cold, gray stone
As wanton breezes
Strip the vine
Of clematis
And columbine
As muted purple
And golden rod
Lay their glory
On the sod
As every flower
On earth’s shore
Buds, then blooms
And is no more
So too is this
Wee life of man
We ought to bloom
While still we can

J~