She’d rather know what you are interested in
than tell you what to be interested in.
She’d rather pause to hear you respond
She’d rather root for you on your choices
than tell you where you need to go or what you need to do.
She’d rather find something good about it
than share in the community of complaining about it.
She’d rather give a second chance
than hold a grudge against it.
And she assumed the best of intentions
when she disagreed with it.
She was someone you looked forward to seeing
and left glad when you did.
We knew her soft disarming laugh.
To a frustrated heart
she brought a smile.
She was a refreshing sweetness in a bitter sea and her optimism and kindness inspires me and challenges me.
eight stanzas to utter a sound a voice?
unspoken festering spoken truths loss and gain
satin by tears years blotted yet
love passion regret and hope
no silence is unheard
my heart yearns
one day i trashed
a winter's supply
of mason jar
they didn't do anything wrong
they were meant to give joy
but my mom left them
above the trash cans
on trash day
i take out the trash
now they are irretrievably
smores no mores
the other day when carrying it
your cat dug its claws into me
i overreacted and sadly triggered
the defenestration of paws
when a cat is afraid
out go their hooks
and they reach for anything
stable so they don’t fall
and now i’m sorry I took this
act of aggression
for more than it was a
cry for help
you can’t get mad
at a scaredy cat
while being one yourself
i will buy you a puppy
photo credit belongs to Evan Sharboneau on Flickr