A poem about the ocean.

My trifle of a cinquain – a five line stanza with syllables of 2, 4, 6, eight and 2.

He was always there….

A poem about needing to move a bit slowly, about being sure, about making sure that you both take the time you need to heal before you start anew and try again.

You need my tender love.

Everybody needs somebody.

Day after day, night after night, time is passing away. Do well to give your best in this present time. Utilize this time wisely and get the optimum out of the time you have now! Redeem the time because day after day, time is passing away.

Taking a deep breath helps to relieve tension.

I believe a person’s spirit stays around for a short while after their death.

I was thinking of something my grand father said to me years ago when I felt bad for having rough hands he said to me calluses are earned soft hands aren’t when I felt like I didn’t belong because I had to work hard instead of having things handed to me like my cousin.