Father's Day

For love of family

And care as deep as ocean trenches

To the ends of the road

He will walk for us

Ever supportive

Rallying to aid his children.

Happy Father's Day Dad!

Memories of Grandpa

 I saw a spider on a flower yesterday and it reminded me of Grandpa and how he found and shared joy in the tiniest details and made the world a happier place.  I wrote some poetry just for him and I hope that it too can help make the world a brighter place.

Flower Spider

I saw a little spider

A pastel green-yellow-white

Sitting on a snapdragon

Of creamy white-yellow bright

And I knew its name was Charlie

Or was it maybe Tim?

Because if Grandpa would have been there

The one naming it would’ve been him.

Like he named the spiders on the roses

With their sunset colors merry

That Grandpa told us to savor

And with spiders and flowers tarry.

Because the world is filled with beauty

The world is filled with wonder

From flower spiders to tree fairies

From rainbows to thunder.

Joy in Little Things

Grandpa saw the world

For the joy in little things

For rhubarb pies

For smiling eyes

For quiet days fishing.

Grandpa told us stories

Of all the woodland folk

Of tree fairies and spiders

Of porcupines and badgers spoke,

He named Timothy the Spider

He named George the Snake

He valued all from large to small

From you to the lilies on the lake.

   

One Smile More

One smile more

Grandpa sought to bring forth

Unto the world

Making it, a brighter place,

One joke more

Grandpa told

Bringing cheer to those around,

One story more

Grandpa shared

For knowledge

For joy,

One smile more

Grandpa gave to the world

And we smiled back.

Grandpa was a storyteller

A cowboy, a firefighter, and more

He chose to bring smiles and laughter to the world

One joke, one story, one contagious smile at a time.

Grandpa was friend and family

He supported us all with love

Raising us up on happiness.

One Day, One Rose

One day, one rose
The month of June is counting by
The fallen petals mark the hours
Of the fading day,
Another dawn, the risen sun
Has woken the leaves from their slumber
Has warmed the petals of the flowers, unfurling
Open to the day ahead,
The heat of the afternoon
Has warmed the roses
In their dense thicket
Until their spicy scent is wafting
On the afternoon breeze,
Evening fell upon the island
Cooling the day
The scent dispersing
The petals of the plucked rose
Are falling,
One day, one rose
The month of June is passing by
The flower clock is ticking to the ground
Scattered petals, fleeting fragrance.

Happy Birthday Dad!