Love Unrecognized

Love isn’t always delivered in pink wrapping.


I Do

You don’t want to tick off your spouse too much – remember there is that ‘death do us part’ escape clause 😉

Paper Clouds

Paper clouds of crayon white,
hang in their 2D skies.
While crayon people down below,
live out their 2D lives.

Her drawing in its cardboard frame,
hangs square above her bed,
with covers cold and dusty flat;
a pillow with no head.

In here I stand and look around,
at where she slept and dreamt.
In here she gave her dad a hug,
and smiled before she left.

She’s grown and gone into a world,
where dreams and dangers bound.
No longer in her childhood bed.
No longer safe and sound.

Somewhere above her curly hair,
clouds hang in 3D skies,
while real people down below,
live out their 3D lives.