My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...

They tell me.....
I'll be writing her final stanza soon...

I collect dimples and cracked smiles
so my pockets remain full of sunlight...

She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled...

Sometimes,
Trees close their eyes...

I write in spirals of color
imagination follows in formation...

Melody speaks beyond the trees
Yearning for her spirit to sing...

Tell me numbers
mixed with riddles...

Upon a summer crossing
I lay my weary head to rest...

Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...

Silouetted tip toes hush
crossed a threshold of invitation...

Aching souls scatter
Nearby alleys clatter...