In honor of all mothers. I wanted to show that many adoptees are willing to search their entire lives for the truth of their origins. To a Birthmother I lie here awake Deep chasm of night Thick curtains are drawn To shield drops of light The moon cannot speak Inside this dark tomb Blackness within… Continue reading To A Birthmother
In 1974, when I was sixteen, I wrote the following doom-and-gloom poem that was published in a small poetry book. Some old school friends recently helped me find this. I always felt the writing was horrible but it strikingly reflects the COVID-19 calamity that is currently afflicting our world. I do still share the… Continue reading A Promising Flower
My dear child I wish I could hold your hand I wish I could read you a book I wish I could free you of your prison I hope you had a nutritious meal tonight I hope you slept warmly I hope you dreamt peacefully I heard your cries I know what you want more… Continue reading My Dear Child, Forgive Our Ignorance
If we want to be happy, we must first find happiness within ourselves. Therefore, we should never look for objects around us to make us happy. We are filled with happiness only when we know someone loves us.
Life is amazing, so be amazed. Instead of acting like you’ve seen it all before, live as though you’re seeing it all for the first time. You are in fact experiencing this bright new moment for the very first time. So look carefully, lovingly, and with the highest expectations. Take an interest in what you’re… Continue reading Amazing
I wrote the song, Touch Tomorrow, in 1981. It is funny how a concept that was once so profound could become insignificant later in my life. I currently do not believe that reaching for the future has any benefit when one does not realize the awesomeness of the present. I currently believe it is… Continue reading Touch Tomorrow
Who am I? What is me? Am I more than I can see? Whom is this who returns my stare From my mirrors misty glare? Why I'm here? What's my name? Just let me know from where I came Are these thoughts inside my head? Or is there Something Else instead? Is my life just… Continue reading What is Me?
Our lives are a miracle and a success story. The things and people that surround us are a direct consequence of the thoughts we have harbored in our minds. When I think of my own success, I attribute it to concentrating my attention on the present and the future instead of peering back at my… Continue reading Do Not Look Over Your Shoulder
Opposites What is big? What is small? Is there a difference between tiny and tall? (A little bug on a blade of grass Is huge when viewed through a lens of thick glass) What is up? What is down? When I point to a star as the earth spins around? When is young old? When… Continue reading Opposites
There are colors you may like best But orange to me is a treasure chest It is the only stanza I remember of my second grade poem of my favorite color at the time. I remember my friend David struggling to make his poem rhyme. Blue, stew, glue, chew. My poem was at least twenty… Continue reading Orange
You may analyze my brain To see what is inside You might think I am disturbed With thoughts I cannot hide When I caress this blade of grass All things I understand Beauty right before our eyes Life's just one thin, green strand I once held a jar of fish Their colors splashed for all… Continue reading The Blade of Grass
Love and Rainbows Now that you are gone The memories linger on And when I close my eyes I see you in my mind There’s paradise in me With peaceful streams and trees And when I gaze above I see the colors of your love And though you went away I kept the promise that… Continue reading Love and Rainbows
You'll Be My Rainbow Now that you are gone The memories linger on And when I close my eyes I see you in my mind There's a paradise in me With peaceful streams and trees And when I gaze above I see the colors of your love And though you went away I hear… Continue reading You’ll Be My Rainbow
Where does a tree begin? Does it start at the top? Or could that be the end? Perhaps it's the leaf That drinks the sun But if there were no light The tree would be none Branches twist out With dangling limbs But I still do not know Where a tree begins Is it the… Continue reading Where Does a Tree Begin?