Author: maiamom

The clock sits — peaceful — on the shelf.

It marks the hours of day.

The years go by.  It never stops.

It ticks one’s life away.

We need more folks

with common sense —

with calm consideration —

to solve with justice, peace, and truth,

the problems of this nation.

We need more folks

who’ll recognize the

needs of one another,

with minds that open up

enough to see Man as a brother.

We need more folks who

think, and act, and choose what’s good and true.

We need more folks with caring hearts —

more folks like me and you.

Today may you know happiness

beyond your wildest dreams.

May you take a magic carpet ride

where nothing’s as it seems.

May you walk in clouds of pixie dust

in one enchanted spell,

enclosed inside a magic charm

so all things turn out well.

Tomorrow’s always out there.

Yesterday is always gone.

We live our lives in moments.

Today’s always moving on.

Tomorrow is another day.

Perhaps the best that’s been!

Tomorrow we will lift our eyes.

Arise. And try again.

We fin’lly had some rain last week .

It was a precious gift.

As soaking rain tounched on the earth,

we felt our parched hearts lift.

I’ve been sending word to Heaven

how some rain would suit my needs.

And Heaven has responded.

I’ve a bumper crop of weeds.

Today’s a day for feeling blessed.

Today’s a day to know

that you were meant for happiness…

to blossom….and to grow.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Summer wind blows past each grave.

Each gentle gust reminds us

of the lives we did not save.

I will lift my eyes.

I will raise my voice.

I will tell the world

I’ve made my choice

for Liberty.

Democracy.

For the right of

all men to be free.

America.  2025.