Count On You Can I count on you when my knees tremble, And my vision blurs one day.. Can I count on you when my ears are deafened, And my hair is shrouded in gray.. Can I count on you when my smile falters, And a tear chases it away.. Can I count on you when my legs fail me, And I cant walk with you the way.. Can I count on you when I dont remember, Where we spent our first date.. Can I count on you when I need you, To love me in every state.. Can I count on you when we're alone, To light each other's way.. Can I count on you to remember, How we built this #life every day..

What Do I Write About? I sit upon my dusty throne, Diving deep into my thoughts my mind is devoid of words, what do I write about? I shovel into my thought attic, Hunting for a word or two, I hope to find that missing spark, To create something new.. Upon dusty shelves in my inner mind, Lie a few old and rustic thoughts A dash of this and a pinch of that, What do I write about? Kings and kingdoms, swords and tales, Oh, Ive penned many of those! A story of my night and day? Covered all highs and lows! How about some art, a soul searching piece One that makes me dream With imagery, and vivid thoughts And words an endless stream.. With many thoughts raging in, I close my eyes and think.. before I know I've lost my thought, In sleep Ive begun to sink.. A world anew reflects my mind, Where words and thoughts nest.. Where Image and music, art and soul Blend into each other best.. With a start I awoke to a new found land, Having found what I long sought.. I pick my pen and ink a few, Knowing what to write about..

One For The World Shine a little light in someone's #life, Cast a ray of hope in someone's way.. Wonders replace incessant strife, When seeking happiness for someone's day..

TRUE Broken in so many places, Believe which of your many faces.. Gave all that Belonged to you, No, but you couldn't ever be true.. Scarred deep within my heart, True to you was ever my part.. Drowned in the river of tears, Loved you for so many years.. Why? oh why, was I not enough? When I showered you with unending love.. Countless tries I make to this day, To keep you happy in every way.. Was it my face? Or my dying grace? Have I no beauty? Not a trace? Would you not walk those hundred miles? That you promised, to see my smile? My fragile heart that beat for two, Echoes your name looking for you.. I have nothing, it lives in you.. I wish oh wish, you could be true..

Being Mommy Pots and pans and dirty dishes, Sighs and whims and untold wishes.. Swollen feet and blistered toes, Sweat and toil and childish lows.. Paper work lies on the floor, Bitten and tossed under the door.. Signature art left on the walls, In tiny dots and lines and scrawls.. Flustered face reddening by the day, Shoveling toys out of my way, "Is that a diaper under the couch?" "What? Where? Another toy- ouch!" A trail of white lies before me, Leading somewhere I dare not see! With great courage I take the dare, When a high pitched laughter echos from nowhere! There, behind me sitting bare-bottomed, My overzealous baby- sleepshirt unbuttoned, Baby powder clutched in one hand, Emptying it carefully as per the plan.. Hopelessly surveying my powdered floor, I collapse in the couch next to the door, Patter and pitter of hands and feet, Grow nearer , stop next to my seat.. A toothless smile looks up at me, Unbuttoned bare-bottomed, with a hopeful plea.. Surrendering myself to this adorable regime, I slip off the couch down on my knees... Pots and pans and dirty dishes, May wash themselves if they wish it.. All day and night though it may be.. There's No greater fun than being mommy..