Ten years passed
My daughter is becoming
I watch her grow in awe
As I look up I see her

I see her for who she is
I see her for who she’ll become
And I see her
I see her

I see her do her best
I see her tell the truth
I see her persevere
As my heart swells like a balloon

I love her
More than life itself
More than the universe
As I look up

I sat down today and thought;
it’s time to do this.
I know it will happen as sure as the sun,
and just like that, I’m ready.

My conviction like steel.
My eyes fixed.
I sharpened my wit, and calm my nerves.
I’m sure; I’m confident.

It’s time.

Pressed wildflowers
Lillies with white and gold
Roses with bright green stems and wicked thorns

I heard you like them,
these flowers are beautiful,
are they not?

Do they look perfect in this light?
Are they too much?
Gold lace tracing smooth glass with a glowing sheen;
have your eyes wandered already?

The white tablecloth makes it all pop!
Red wine and dark wooden chairs
A campfire crackles with the music
It’s too much, is it not?

Writing poetry is a self-centered act
With a chance of rain

A chance to rain on another soul
To create a rainbow-colored bridge of humanity

To look up from ourselves
As we change ourselves, and sometimes the world

Nothing is guaranteed
In this life

Life is what I make it

With any luck, the universe won’t take it

I’ll balance my center
I’ll let go of control
I’ll live for my soul

I’ll breathe
I’ll meditate
I’ll capture my imagination
I’ll put it in a bottle

I’ll listen to my station
I’ll tune my radio