A simple contentment is feeling peaceafter a dishearteningday as I rub her feet and she leans back, a softsmile answering my touch. With her hair falling 'roundthe pillow she's beautiful in a way only goddesses were before she graced this earth, and they're looking down...
Note: The poem was written in January, 2005 after having received for Christmas a few weeks earlier a binder filled with hundreds of digitized family photos. There's something about seeing one's parents not as you remember them, but rather as they were from a time long...
When I was five I was afraid of you. You were so big. Seemed so strict. Mom was the "nice" one. When I was 10 you scared me some. Always wanted to please. Reveled in your praise. Laughed at your jokes. As a teenager we argued. Your ideas were so "old." Your habits were...
“You’re finally here,” he said to me, “In time you’ll find a peace inside.” But looking ‘round all I could see Souls washed in on an angry tide. I sensed there is no pain up here, But also saw no happiness. And all those things I once held dear No longer matter here...
via digital-photography-school.com As someone who appreciates poems and trees, I'm not sure I can agree with Kilmer. The link above provides beautiful pictures of the latter to help you decide, though I suppose the decision is easy if you're not a fan of meter and/or...
