Emmaline is the BIG  7 today...... My life would be disastrous without her.

Cotton Pillow

I gazed upon an angels face

As she rested upon her pillow

Thinking with most covetous eyes

Never one mental frame would I dare share

For there on that cotton resting place

The purest of creamy skin, flowing blond hair

Eyes of clearest blue, opening for just a moment

She dreams of creatures, places, I've long forgotten

The toss of her head from side to side

I am arrested in my heart, thinking she may wake

Resolved in my selfishness,

Knowing this heavenly voyeurism would be over

I find myself casting my voice toward the divine

Hoping to be heard in the only request I have today

  "Please, let this time, these images be suspended forever, to be captivated in safe retreat in my mind."  

   Allow death to come before a thief, as time or decay robs me of what I have witnessed today.

The purposeful image of divine imagination

Resting on a humbled man's cotton pillow.....

Dancing in Weeds

Once upon, a winter’s day

Ground all cold and wet

The Planter, he did planted seeds

He never would regret

Planted he, knowing weeds

When winter did relent

Would bloom within planted soil

Where flowers, he did meant

When they did, bloom the both

The beauty did not quit

For flowers dance above the weeds

Because they’re heaven sent

Those flowers danced, danced the more

So all could smell their scent

The weeds looked up at brighter blooms

That the Planter always meant