I believe in you/
because I know you DO try.
I know you’ll succeed!
OR
Because I believe/
in you, because I know you/
try, you will succeed!
I believe in you/
because I know you DO try.
I know you’ll succeed!
OR
Because I believe/
in you, because I know you/
try, you will succeed!
Only a parent/
could read their child’s Facebook post/
and burst into tears.
It’s mornings like these,/
and afternoons like that, when/
I miss our deep chats.
This piece is based on my daughter’s photo and comments at the Seattle Art Museum photo exhibit: http://portraits.site.seattleartmuseum.org/portfolio/camilla/
The people who once/
knew you do not find you the/
way you find yourself.
He imagines hugs/
of him, spiritual giant,/
safely holding her.
He wished he could speak/
whispers to her and turn her/
enough to join him.
It’s odd folks think I/
don’t know how to whisper ‘cuz/
I dance hard. That’s why.
OR
People
may find it strange
that I,
one who dances hard
and sees much
and sings loud
and long
and deep
and lives life,
(Carpe Diem, Man!)
top down,
tunes up,
arms outstretched,
hands up,
with passion
and vigor
and tears
and laughter
and joy
and energy
and YES!
would
know
how
to
whisper.