Author: maiamom

My candle burns for all the world.

Its flame stands clear and true.

It burns for those I care about.

It ‘specially burns for you.

The moon lit up a golden path

across December’s sky,

lighting up the silent earth

as darkness swept on by.

Now Princess is a lonely cat.

She drifts from place to place.

Where once she saw another cat,

there’s now just empty space.

A single leaf

hangs on the tree.

It chose its final spot.

It won’t let go

and drop below–

clings tight with all it’s got!

There’s a bright-lit moon

in the Southern sky.

It’s not a “moon to remember”.

But, it does remind

that we still can find

some lovely night skies in December.

Let us be angels, one for another.

Let us be angels who share the

bittersweet moments that make up one’s life.

Let us be angels who care.

(acknowledging Henri Nouwen)

Now Princess is an Only Cat.

She seems a little wary.

She looks around for other cats.

Not one.

It must be scary.

The leaves fall down.

I rake them up.

Then, we begin again.

Fall, fall, fall….

Rake, rake, rake…

with leaves one doesn’t win.

I know the rain.

I know the feel

of dampness on my skin.

I know the quiet stillness

as the first soft drops begin.

I know the rain.

I know the way

it blows across my face,

touching for a moment,

moving on without a trace.

I know the rain.

I feel the gentle brush

of wetness from the sky.

It’s with us for an instant.

Then it passes, quiet, by.

I know the rain.

Life and death are very close.

They’re just a breath apart.

The diff’rence of a silence

and a pulsing, beating heart.