hope

School Days


The world is suffering

Covid has taken a toll

However do not tell

Our lil scholar

Trying to get on the honor roll.

© CMM. 2022

The Children’s Virus


He put his arm around me

Told me it was going to be ok.

This virus will not last forever 

It will not stay…

My uncle told me that he loved me

the virus will go away

the vaccines are helping

this virus will not stay.

He will be a friend to call on

or a buddy to play ball

a confidant to share with

the switch games and all.

He put his arm around me

told me it was going to be ok.

The virus will not last forever,

this virus will not stay.

Love

Tea Leaves


Tea leaves

Float aimlessly

Stirring moments

Of newness

New day

New year

New hopes

New beginnings

Some people read tea leaves

— I just drink them .

2022 © CMM

The Beginning


The full moon lunars

Into morning

Matthew’s lineage

Takes us into the stable

As the Dawn of love

Breaks a silence

Of despair …

The universe conspires

sounding into a holy night .

A baby cries…

CMM © Dec 2021

Massachusetts Street


We walked the dusty street,

Leaves have blown against the cracks

Stores and restaurants show signs of stress.

Some venders closed for certain days 

Others open with StreetSide cafes in front.

Others boarded up with RIP signs, now, ‘Closed.’

People’s smiles are still covered with mask

Some fun, some just black or white

So, you look at the eyes to see, if they are smiling. 

Sometimes you think they are 

Sometimes you are pretty sure they are not.

But you smile anyway and hope they noticed.

I see the sweet owner with her blonde hair

Step out to freshen the café tables 

She is only a shadow of her old self.  

She has lost weight but still just as lovely

Her spring dress is apron adorned.

She busies herself, she survived.   

The trees line the streets in autumn

The dead leaves continue to fall 

Symbolic of the last 18 months.

The wind has a familiar air of a post war, 

a time where everything was changed

A time now, where it will never be the same.

I walk with a friend who knew the before 

She now feels the after 

We, stop to shop for Christmas

We smile and remember 

We talk of hope and December 

And for a moment, we feel a healing touch.

copyrighted: 2021 CMM

They quartered it to make it seem possible 🏃🏻‍♂️😅💕


I finally made it to the black level !😅 I have to go 6000 miles to make it to the final level, VOLT.


Storms


It is the storms that keep us

nourished.

When the sun returns ,

it is then we flourish.

CMM © 2021

Secret Places


Haiku


Poetry in motion

A magenta glad opens;

Grace adorns in verse.

CMM © 2021