Sunday, June 21, 2015

Party of 3

Tough Loving Pops

Thinking about you today
On Father’s Day, trying to find
The perfect words to say
While I think and ponder 
How my life has been
Through thick and thin
You’ve always been there for me.
We have not always agreed
In fact, often butted heads.
I never understood until
Just now, it dawned on me
A straight up epiphany.

All those years, I called growing pains
Discussions, arguments, tantrums
Trying to get my way
You stood your ground
As I did, to your dismay.
“If you don’t stand for something
You’ll fall for anything”
Those words you taught me,
Always stayed with in my head.
Through your tough love,
A perceived lack of nurturing
I learned just that.
To stand up, fight for my beliefs
Even if they went against Dad’s.

You didn’t edit your content
Sugar coat your words
You didn’t give in to,
Your sweet little girl.
You didn’t hug constantly
Dry away my tears,
That is what mom is for.
She has always been my pillar
Gotten credit for who I am
Yet I realize, more than ever
One tough old man
Shaped my character.

It only took 37 years 
To realize the tough love 
Of one constant man
Made me stronger, than any man.
So much so, I’ve proven
I don’t need one to stand.
For that, I am eternally indebted.
Through your tough love,
I grew into the woman
I was born to be.
As I am proud to call you father,
Hope you are equally proud of me.
For all I am, I owe to you.
Much like Cash’s
Boy Named Sue

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Lighter Shade of Mood

Never got around to writing that song 
'Bout thinking and missing 
'Bout returning from a visit 
Coming off the high of with you being

The thought was always there
Though the words would not come 
Wasn't quite as dark, indigo mood
Many moods, lighter shades of blue

Never got around to writing them blues
'Bout all the different shades, moods gone through
From the faintest, lightest sky 
To the deepest, starkest ocean hue

Never got around to writing that,
For a song author I am not
Though the words didn't come 
Maybe it's the thoughts that count

Never got around to writing....
Damn, I've forgotten what 
Drawing up a blank, case of writers block
After all is said & done & done & said

Guess the thrill is gone.

Thursday, June 11, 2015


Do not shower me with flowers
Be the water, quench my thirst
Do not over water, drown me
Leave me room for growth

Be the caring hands, transplant me
When the world around becomes too trifling 
When roots are overcrowded tipping
Over, falling unbalanced from overgrowth

Be sustenance, feed my mind
Pollinate my every thought
Propagate my offspring - respect
Support and kindness to all you come across

When all the work, care and nurturing
Become too much to maintain
With trimming shears, remove what needs to
Careful not to cut yourself

Be constant in your resolve, do not fear 
I will not wither or dry out
Do not startle, or be confounded to find
I was never a delicate rose,
still a cactus bloom

Monday, June 1, 2015

I wish ...

                         Photo: @rebelesoteric 

I wish I didn’t care

       When and if you think of me

       If you knew the amount of times 

       You cross my mind’s eye

       Would it be foolish of me

I wish I didn’t care

       Where it is you might be

       Hundreds of miles away

       Perhaps trudging over wet sand

       Maybe holding another’s hand

I wish I didn’t care

       To know who that might be

       Do they appreciate what I did

       Are you content, fulfilled, inspired

       Do they take my place 

                                  as your biggest fan

I wish I didn’t care

       What you do with the time

                                                once mine

       Do you carve out space in your life

       For new memories, travel

       Remember the helicopter ride

I wish I didn’t care

       Why you decided the one wasn’t me

       Though you swore 

                               we were meant to be

       Too good to be true, I thought

       Yet still believed

I wish I didn’t care 

       Enough to wish you well

       And just be


   C’est la vie