I saw him there standing in line
Camouflaged, uniform pressed.
He stood with quiet confidence
and patience like the rest.
I watched him, as he didn’t know
I stood in the corner quiet.
Thinking young men like him,
fighting in the night.
I tried to envision his young face,
brown with all the sand.
Covered from the desert hills
holding a gun in his hand.
There I stood, even watching more
as he responded to the clerk
Then I thought of soldiers like him
digging holes for beds at work.
I stood there in reverence,
although he did not see.
Trying to understand the core
who volunteers for me.
I watched and on his face I saw
many who stood there too.
It wasn’t just one soldier in the boots
but many who fit his shoes.
I lowered my head and felt the moment
of the ones who already died.
The children, the loved one, left behind,
buried in pillows to cry.
He turned, a stranger all the while
and tipped his hat to go.
I prayed a quiet prayer and looked
up, smiled and said hello.
Leaving through the open doors
I was left with only my thoughts.
There is a force out there in our youth
a force that has fiercely fought
It is made up of the young and strong at heart
and trained to combat the wars.
The American soldier, with iron hands
and a kind heart that keeps no scores.
Copyright: CMM 2000
Morning sun rises
My soul’s shade is lightened now
No rain weigh it down .
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It is 3:00 a.m.
My hands cupped
Snuggly around my
The flicker of the fire
Reflects my feelings
As if it is catching
Pain with every spark.
The rhythm of my heart
Beats just enough to get
My attention that I am real.
I miss people who have passed,
the little furry friend I have lost
and Grandma’s home.
I cannot rewind time,
Or reset the clock of yesterday
Or recreate people who cause pain.
Sitting here this morning in
Solitude and still darkness
I am reminded of the truth.
I am present in the early morning,
I am grateful for found peace,
I look to the heavens always.
Copyright: CMM 2019
I lost my friend under the rain
She and I use to run when we were young
We spoke of sweet hearts and dreams
sports and basketball
We shared french fries
Dr. Pepper and coke floats
She held the record for broad jump
and I was a forward
There were always tomorrows,
until I lost my friend in the rain.
She let go one day in the rain,
it was suicide…
Copyrighted: February 2018 CMM
If I wrote among the willows would the earth receive my tears ?
Would the roots gather moisture and return the pain of years ?
If I dry my tears with ashes and wipe my anguish with moss,
would the day seem less melancholy and the passing less a loss ?
Be with me a moment and I will gather in the rain
All the earth of my humanity and the lightening of my pain …
copyrighted: CMM 2014