Poem: ” Your Wrinkles Make you Beautiful.”


There is beauty in the wrinkles on your face.

A deep timely beauty, that took experience to make.

You are more than classic, you are infinitely lovely and gorgeouse.

No twenty-two year old in all her youthful vigor is so pretty, that she can have more knowledge then your reflective eyes.

Or more inspiration then your smiles give; and more thoughts going through her mind, of a life both hard and incredible.

Your beauty is eternal, a flame that won’t die out.

You shall carry it to heaven with you because you loved a child in a manger and your faith made your life well.

You are more exotic and enchanting then any women in the land, you are the light of home to many. 

When your presence fades there shall be a void felt by all those who loved your gorgeousness, a beauty which was internal and spread to your warm skin.

A beauty that inhabits everyone of your loved ones and friends. 

You are simply marvellous, a dame that no one can compare too.

You had husbands and boyfriends, partners with which you shared your life and your beauty with delight. 

You out-lived them all with your smile and a bounce in your step.

Your wrinkles are truly beautiful because they tell your story.

A story growing up on a farm, a story of loss, a house in the city, a story of love and fond memories. 

And through it all shone your pretty face. Those bright eyes and your laughing mouth. Your wonderful hugs and good wishes. 

You had many roles throughout your life. 

Beauty lies in everything those roles made you, you were unstoppable. In your stylish shoes and upbeat attitude.

You are lovely, and will always be to me a Grandma, Great Godmother, and friend; such wisdom you hold.

Your wisdom you cooked into pies, soups, trifles, lasagna; your hospitality made you beautiful.

You are the rarest rose in the garden. Loved by so many and so many you met. 

This is why I say your wrinkles make you beautiful for you are incredible, a gem in a pile of fakes.

A fantastic women and every year as you age your beauty is so much deeper.

Your wrinkles make you beautiful, let no one say otherwise — for one day I want wrinkles too, for I wish to be beautiful. 

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To my Great Grandma/Godmother Evelyn. 

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Poem: “Not Meant To Be.”


How do I know that you and 

I want what’s best for,

Each other and we aren’t lying,

About the truth to one another.

You want my body and,

You’re not afraid to tell.

From the beginning that is,

Mostly, what you want.

But you wanted to talk too.

You want to get to know each,

Other and be more than,

Only friends who are together.

Skin against skin that’s what you,

Desire but I can’t,

Give to you without knowing that,

I’m not just a Friday night.

I need to trust you,

But I’m kind of feeling that,

Things aren’t really working for,

A vital reason.

Maybe we are passing ships. 

In the cold dark night maybe,

We are just not meant,

To be together with each other. 

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Poem: “Fog.”


Today, everything feels as if it were impossible. I try to make my body move, but I’m pulled back by lethargy.

I am trying to actively participate, to be aware. But my eyes are heavy and my body feels like heavy led. I know I should be present; but I don’t feel here.

As a thick fog comes whispering, it enfolds my mind and when I try to think, I close my eyes; trying to answer correctly but it feels as if I can’t remember and the effort it takes is too much.

I could go to bed right now and sleep away my time like yesterday. But I don’t want to spend my days in bed. I want to do things with my time. I need to accomplish something today.

But now it’s close to night and the light outside grows dim so early. The wish to sleep comes stronger. The wish to be present goes farther away.

And I’m sad when I have to cancel plans as I do because life is how it is. Somedays I am completely in the zone. Other days, I have nothing to give and life keeps taking. 

I like to have plans. There are things I would have liked to do today. But I stayed home and recovered from two-hours of lunch yesterday. I don’t know why it wore me out.

But fog is coming in on paws so quietly, It’s hard to do much today. It’s hard to visit and talk without being agitated. I don’t know why I have days like today. But I know there’s better days ahead. 

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