Peace
I walked among the trees and stopped to say hello. The sweetness of his greeting gave me to know.
God still exist ❤️
he kept the paceSchool Days
The world is suffering
Covid has taken a toll
However do not tell
Our lil scholar
Trying to get on the honor roll.
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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 .
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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.
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