Making Bread

Flour in the air,
Flour in her hair.
Flour everywhere,
Flour on the floor.

What a chore,
Flour is everywhere.
She's painting her arms,
Her cheeks fair powder.

No more sweet rosey smiles.
Just sifted flowered,
giggles in the air
with the bleached dew.

Dusty white pats,
on black springy twists.
Baby brown hands,
now lightly white.

Flour everywhere,
time to be...
Clean.
brown with rosey cheeks.
What a chore.
What a chore.

He Flew Away

He flew away,
I gave way.
He waited for her,
on the stair.

Are you my new Mommy?
Few will meet his expectation.
He's at the will
of her persuasion.

I watched him go.
I said good-bye.
No peace. No ease.
Hope floats by.

Time can hurt.
It's not kind.
Yet I find,
I can skurt that prick
cause' I know he'll come

come back to where he knew
he was loved
A gardian Angel never leaves
she waits from sun up till
sun down the following year
and then again the next...

Memorys fade
imprints never leave
when dust is blown
and stirred about
the ohhh's and yeah's come back again.

He'll remember the times
I'll be there to say,
yes, that was you and this is me.
Just like Christ once led you home
I am here, you are there,
come here little one.
It's time.

My Pet Fly

My pet fly is black.

He follows me everywhere.

One day he followed me to the store.

I didn't think he would be allowed in, but the lady didn't mind.

I like my pet fly.

He is always there when I need him.

If I could only catch him.

Here...here...pet fly.

I tried.

And I tried.

Mom.

I think I need a bigger pet.

Dedicated to Jacob