In Between Time

In Between Time

I miss you in the in-between time.

In between the breaths I take.

In between activities.

In between the long trips, as I commute to work.

In between visits and conversations with family and friends.

In between the days and nights.

In between dusk and dawn.

In between the moments when there is nothing but quiet.

In between the sheets.

In between the continued achievements of our children.

And mostly in between the time I will see you again.

She is a Rose

Is a rose not beautiful in all its glory?

Those in possession of one often cannot wait to see it bloom.

However, of the many who want a rose, most are not cautious enough to handle a rose in its natural state.

Does a rose not have its thorns?

Only the most attentive can pluck its blooms without a prick.

The slightest fumble can cause a painful sting. 

Yet the beauty of a rose attracts many.

It is the one who waters and nurtures who will experience the greatest pleasure of all aspects of a rose. 

That rose will bloom and multiply.

The home in which this rose grows and blooms is filled with its presence and its beauty and its scent.

So also does the home which may not have grown the rose, but continues to water it will also be filled with her beauty and presence and scent for a time.

But in the wrong hands of possession, a rose’s beauty and scent w...

I Died with You

Dedicated to my late husband Anthony Green, Sr. (1978-2024)

Beloved, your love is gone and only its legacy remains

I'm shattered, left with the ashes of your cremains

21 years of truly being loved by you

18 years married to a love that was true

I'm now a new person

Because who I was died with you.

The Future Loses When the Past Wins

I won't compete with your past

I don't compare to your last

Allow space for me to be me

If I mess up forgive or leave me be

I won't be a martyr

When I have taken responsibility

I know when I'm wrong

I'll always try to make right

I understand your tone

But I don't get the fight

I can't see in the dark

When you remove the light

You can't fully appreciate the day

When you only embrace the night

Good things come

If you're open to receive

You're not truly open 

when you cling to your grief

There's no future

When your failed past is present

All good things collapse 

If you never learn that lesson.

Peace or Piece (Haiku)

Should we hold our peace?

Or maybe we should hold our piece.

Pick one, peace or piece.

I am Woman, He is Man

Shifting sands to changing plans

Gentle nurturing and helping hands

A beautiful smile and a beautiful stance

Glints of sparks in a glance

Creative and universal advance

Intricate patterns created not by chance

Healing and understanding in an instance

No sad song, not just romance

But love in a vibrational dance

I am Woman, He is Man.

Nothing Without Something

There is no appreciation of life without death

No appreciation of love without hate

No appreciation of light without dark

No appreciationof the moon without the sun

No appreciation of pleasure without pain

No flower can grow and bloom without both sun and rain

You wouldn't be different if we were the same

No appreciation of you leaving when you never came.

King

Steadfast, not obstinate

Confident, not arrogant

Unshakeable and unfallable

All masculine, unmalleable

Protector, provider

A lover and a fighter

A King among kings

Leader of lords

He knows when to pick up and lay down his sword

He speaks less than he listens

Yet his words have weight

He envisions and makes his own fate

I follow his vision

He's destined to be great.

Our souls are whole and he's my soul mate.

No Words

Dedicated to the loving memory of my mother-in-love, Hattie Pearl Higgins. May you rest in paradise Queen.

What do you do when the words won't come?

You know, sometimes you have the rhythm but all you can  do is hum.

What do you do when the words are stuck in your throat?

Bottled up emotions that get your goat.

How do you say all the  things you are feling when the hurt from the loss leaves you reeling?

You see, I am angry...no, not that.

Confused...no, not that.

I'm lost in an abyss of wordlessness.

How do you describe what this hurt is?

Yeah, I know I am using words right now,

but they are the imprecision of the one's I can't get out.

Dearly Imparted

I was imparted upon as a youth to stand for something or I would fall for anything.

I was imparted upon as a youth to never say what I could not do, but to ask how to do it.

I was imparted upon as a youth to respect myself and others, and there were levels to this thang.

I was imparted upon as a youth to judge a person by their actions and their character, not by the stories told by others.

I was imparted upon as a youth to understand that everyone makes mistakes; no one is perfect.

I was imparted upon as a youth to forgive, but also learn the lesson.