Labels and symbols are my name.
In times where distraction is their fame.

Fear and despair become the same
When they join this deceitful game.

Hope and happiness are what's lost
In this game of detrimental cost.

Courage and patience we must feed
To fight and counteract such greed.

Knowledge and history they do fear,
When they hear revolution coming near.

What If I could...
be rain to refresh you
with a small drop of hope
to wash away the sadness of say
be a rainbow after
the April shower to create
a colorful scenery in your paint
to bring a shining light into
your life with an ebullient smile
entertain you with a melody song
to cheer you on the dancing toes
bring you a magic wand
to grant what your heart
is wishing for
ease away the sorrowful day
to embrace you in a delightful way
To set you free from suffering
with a burden of pain

Eda, your beauty is striking,
With your hair flowing long,
Your brown eyes shining bright,
And your smile, a perfect song.

Many envy your grace,
But they don't know you,
They can't see beyond your face,
Or the heart that beats true.

You're not just a pretty face,
You're intelligent, athletic, and kind,
A true friend who stands with grace,
With a spirit that's always aligned.

What about the slow passing of time
The slow but sure decay of the days
When will all of this end
And what will be left in its wake?

All day I have waited for the evening
Waited for this cool breeze that soothes my soul
And reminds me that all of this
Has been worth it in the end
I have waited for the last song of the bluebird
A great reminder that I am still here
Still alive

Dipping your toes in the spring,
they authored gentle ripples.
I held your hand there.

Later, I showed you how to skip a rock across the water.
The joy on your face when you got it just right,
I will never forget.

To our right, a murmur of starlings
blacked out our piece of the sky.
It wasn't theirs to have, nor was it ours.

As the feathered swifts swirled away,
we saw the early evening stars.
They too were not ours to possess,
but the memories surely must be.
They seem enough for me.

*Content Warning*
Critical Illness

Older
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson

I wanted to see you get older

I wanted to see you
Get the “C” on your hockey sweater
That you worked so hard all season to earn
And lead your team into the playoffs

I wanted to see you pull into the driveway
In your Dad’s Chevy truck at 16
Going just a little too fast
Beeping the horn the whole way in
Because you just got your license

I'm Tremendous

Im tremendous and amazing in my own way
Ive challenged authority learned lessons that may
Turn my life in directions i wasnt heading
Kept my hands on the wheel steering n letting

Pure instincts to land the life that ive lived
So many people to thank knowing i gived
Everything everytime anyone needed me
As a lover and a fighter the heart you cant see

Donna worked for the Dracut Dispatch
I never made the connection then
Then the year of nineteen ninety-four
She was my first foot in published door

There was a call I don’t remember
Around late in the month September
Someone said, so I purchased news then
To see my poem - off to dinner

Now she who knew me was a sinner
I was favored by her that one time
All for a prime rib juicy dinner
My budding writing had found some minds

Donna, oh Donna, lost your honor
But my career had turned it’s corner

Be it gentle breeze or raging gale
Wind has always touched my soul,
To understand the tales of wind
Has always been my goal.

I've known the wind to give and take
I've known it to betray,
But I've also seen the gifts it brings
Lifting wings with gentle sway.

Some might choose to curse the wind
As they walk against its force,
Always seeming to fight some cause
As they struggle down their course.

Like the ocean tide travel wave
It is written on the distinction of her face
drowning in the emotional weight
passing up and down along the pace
fighting through the heavy thunderstorm way
In a tireless effort display
With much courage and praise
In an unwaveringly stay
Of a mother’s instinct pray
To protect her child as always
with her unselfishness portray
to provide a better way
in seeking her child’s needs
Even mean putting herself at last
Only we all know how much of