Poem for the day:

"waiting for you to say"

I’m waiting for you to say

those three small words 

that hold such sway

but you continue to hesitate

and my patience is running thin

if I only knew way back then

but now it is too late

A second poem for the day:

“did I wait too long?”

did I wait too long

to let you know how I feel

now that you are hers

I can see you are happy

I guess I should keep quiet

Poem for the day:

“you left on a Sunday”

you left on a Sunday

though it seemed like yesterday

that I found myself all alone

with only items you left behind –

leftovers of love that ended unkind

seeing them everyday pains me to the bone

Poem for the day:

“an apology to my younger self”

I apologize to my younger self

for not cherishing you more

those days of carefree play

opening presents on Christmas day

lounging on the couch with dad

or watching mom bake a cake

I should have loved those thick

ponytails instead of praying

for silky straight hair

I should have never tossed

away my dolls for the great

boyfriend who never came

those days are now long gone

and those faces have all aged

I wish I hugged you tighter

instead of rushing you away

Poem for today:

“waiting for love”

I’ve been waiting patiently

for love to show its face

to wrap me in its arms

and never let me go

I’ve been patiently waiting

to meet that one person

who will stop me in my tracks

and fall under their spell

have I been waiting too long?

did I somehow miss the train?

perhaps love already came by

but I was too distracted to see

I do not know the answer

yet still my heart waits

patiently on love’s arrival

I hope I’m not too late

Poem for the Day:

“behind closed doors”

you told me over the telephone

to keep this behind closed doors

I’m not even to hold your hand

even strolling the produce stands

must keep this love undercover

you’re too afraid of what others

may gossip and say behind our backs

but I’m not worry about that

so what? we are two of a kind

and at least in my own mind

you’re the one I want to spend

days traversing all over continents

painting the sky in vivid hues

can’t you see – I only want you

but you rather keep me in closets

that no one will ever bother

like winter blankets, worn and old

never used until you’re cold

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This week would have been my uncle's 66th birthday.  He unfortunately passed away in April 2004 from liver cancer.   We were not especially close while I was growing up.  However, we were able to connect in his last few months of life.  This is a poem I wrote a few months after his passing.

"I never got the chance to tell you"

I never got the chance to tell you

that I loved you dearly.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I still wanted you near.

I never got the chance to tell you,

that your light is bright as the stars.

I never got the chance to tell you

how special you really are.

I never got the chance to tell you

that you inspire me to go on.

I never got the chance to tell you

that your words help me stay strong.

I never got the chance to tell you

that our meeting changed my life.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I will keep up the fight.

I never got the chance to tell you

that I will miss you when you’re gone.

I never got the chance to tell you

that we will meet again at the dawn.