My Child

My first born son,

A first time trying,

Tears to eyes, I watch him trying,

His heart majestic, soul too sweet,

Left alone, the mind to weep,

I see your struggle, feel your fear,

No worries son, your daddy’s here,

The fight is now, I’m right here with you,

At every step, I walk it with you

I write this message so you can hear it,

Emotions running,  mind and spirit

With every step, we walk today,

I worry more, take me away,

Please tell me child, that your ok,

My life if lost, while your away





Free At Last

Cloud of hope, skies of blue,

Mysterious mountain, addressed to whom,

Within it’s soul, words are left,

Each passing gift, a note to self,

Forgive my presence, forgo my past,

Travel on, your free at last,

My humble sight, upon the sky,

This floating life, it’s will devine

Weary Traveler

Welcome lone traveler, how far have you come,

Eyes of exhaustion, weathered to numb,

Shoes in a tatter, clothes full of earth,

Skin full of scars, flesh of raw dirt,

What travel has brought you, welcome lost soul,

Come rest in the warmth, bathe off the cold,

I one of not much, yet humble in life,

Your needs are now more, I share in our plight,

With two words he spoke, I shall never forget,

“Bless you” kind sir, last tear is for death