I need to write
There’s something more to say
But there are things I should do
Like wrapping poems into a book
But composing is passion
Sometimes I just have to write
Sometimes I have no clue what to write
Sometimes I wonder does anyone care what I write
Art inspires, life, and poetry
I’d like my poetry to inspire art
I can see the colors in my mind
Rolling the words in my mouth
Tasting them, feeling their texture
Tell me of the children,
Not what they are doing
Or their many accomplishments
But what are they thinking and feeling
Witnessing the development of character
The mind is important cargo
In a body nourishing and protecting
Find joy in a breeze when it’s hot
A chill when there should be none
The joy of clouds when it should be clear
Even the tears of rain that streaks windows
Is that a state of mind?
Could I love more?
Should I know how?
The cup seems full,
Yet add a few more drops if you will
I’ll keep sipping from that cup every day
Feeding strength, joy and inspiration
They all end
They come into our hearts
With their stories and quirks
Their weakness, failures
Their fears, and redemption
The surprise of strength
The reminder of something
That is noble within them
Which is somewhere within us
These stories that make us think
Are we like them, do we like them
We are invested, so we feel
And we miss them
When it ends
Against all odds, you survived
Traveled, or fled, but you arrived
You fought, you struggled for life
You found somehow, a wife
Knowing hunger, pain, so tired
Love, laughter, but vitally you sired
Children that carry a bit of you
Into the unknown, into the blue
Future unimagined, to someone like me
Someone you’d never know or see
What did you give to the likes of me
That drive to grow, to learn, to be
Alive and provide a path for you
To live on in my children, as something new
A blend of each generation from before
What did we learn, what future is in store
If we could prescient a collective we
Would centuries of desire, and energy be
In the blood that courses through our veins
In our minds a thousand voices, and names
The passion of survival, the wisdom of time
Driving to a brighter future, a more perfect rhyme