She lent me her wings

Over here please follow
You see the tree of hush
Is where the fairy wings grow
Please try them you simply must

Oh no, I said to her
I simply cannot fly
I know you won’t believe me
So let’s not even try

She wasn’t having any
Of my words to stop her there
She plucked from the hush tree
This beautiful blue pair

I can’t fly I said, I just can’t
I’ve tried so very long
I began to realize, and I think
I don’t belong

With a little twinkle of her eyes
I arose up in the air
Now you’re flying, she said and laughed without a care

Remember to not look down
When you see the hush tree
Do not make a sound
Fairy wings grow there 😉

For my sweet Pink friend Jeanne Marie.

Mockingbirds will sing for you

Please, won’t you, tell me a story
Oklahoma dust in your eyes
Please, won’t you speak of the glory
Hidden beyond
How little we knew of it
Mockingbirds will sing for you
Your song at dawn’s view
I hear them all through the night
You changed a piece of my life
Mockingbird sing me a tune
I was thinking about you and how
You changed a piece of my life


Childhood is but a whisper

Childhood is but a whisper
I turned around and you are grown
part of me grew with you
part of me misses you child
part of me wants to go back
part of me wants to run
part of me wants to tell
the other parts of me
that your childhood was….it was a whisper
I’m sitting with that today
letting it sink in! 
Childhood is but a whisper