my cup runneth over with words; they become poetry

i have a photo album
sitting on my dresser
it is filled with love
my Lost Boys and Girls,
smiling at up at the camera
and me, as I walk away.

is this what life is?
giving love and then,
leaving, with one last smile,
a hug, muttered "I love you?"

that's okay, then.
these pictures of my TJ and Danielle,
Maria and Kevin,
all I have left of them,

it is enough to know i loved them and they smiled
back at me, my broken children, born to be left behind
and beautiful.


we humankind
we put up so many shells.
first the shell of our clothes, than our body,
our muscles, our fat,
the red of our blood, coursing through thick veins,
but all this cannot cover our center,
not our heart or our minds
but our spirits, hidden safe inside.
let down the walls.
lay yourself bare.
we do not touch skin to skin,
flesh to flesh,
but truth to truth,
love to love to love to love,
and spirit to spirit.