City Way

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How the city effects you, you never know

Meeting people and making friends
A new adventure around each bend

A place for old and new love too
Seeing couples holding hands, its true

The city of love, a city of passion
Where to next, only you can fashion

Sitting by a fountain, resting on the stairs
With this city I am having an affair

Love some parts, also hate others
Its a city of artists, its a wonder!

So much inspiration in one place 
A new day and adventure, its the way

With inspiration and love in the air
Each moment you will cherish and care
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New Beginnings

Written at the end of my trip to Italy, July 2012

Vacation is over, time to return to daily lifeimg_0380.jpg
I am still a mom and friend, but not a wife

Daily life with all its ups and downs
I find it hard to keep my feet on the ground

My vacation inspired me and made me wonder
Is there more to life than this daily plunder?

Sounds of the City

I wrote this during a trip to Italy in 2012 and found it written on a scrap of paper. 
It is true that when you have free time, you make room for creativity.
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The sing song Italian words I hear
Motorbike sputtering, the city sounds near

Behind, in front and to the side
In Rome there is no quiet to find

The air is warm and humid too
With all the sun, you can't feel blue

A moment of peace is in your heart
That is where peace starts

A place of calm, a place of home
Where else can you be alone?

A great big city with people everywhere
As you stroll through winding streets without a care

Sitting on the sidewalk drinking espresso
How can I move from here? To get up and go?

I don't want to leave but I know I must
At some point, espresso runs out, what a fuss!

Tourists walk by I can hear them laugh
I don't feel much like them at all, too bad

And so I finish my Roma cappacino
At last its time to leave, here I go.


A Love of Writing

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I have a passion for which I write
Little of which will see the light

Channelling a message, I feel it come
One thought at a time, soon I am done

I wander across the page in time
Selecting each word and filling a line

My emotions are bleeding onto the page
I can't control it, like a lion in a cage

I wonder how people contain their ideas?
Mine flow out in a variety of ways

In lines of prose or poetic form
It rains down words like a thunderstorm

To write is something that I must do
My passion to write, I'm sharing with you

As you travel from place to place
I hope you will capture words in this space

Thoughts and ideas will always appear
A pen and paper should also be near

By writing you clarify a thought or a feeling
It will keep you and your mind from reeling

A safe haven, a place to write
In early morning or late at night

Even if the words just stay in a book
Years from now you might take a look

What today is foggy, tomorrow is clear
Each day you will learn, or that's what I hear

So write a word, learn something new
A writer must write, it is all he can do

 

Kids: Never a Quiet Moment

IMG_0781Why do kids make parents mad?
Why do they behave so bad?

Kids are kids they say, its true
It seems they make me crazy too

All the times they misbehave
It’s just attention that they crave

Attention good or bad they’ll take
From morning to night – I need a break!

At 5 in the morning they wake me
Only 6 hours sleep they need

What happened to all the naps in day
Those stages of sleep are far away

Each day they test me on another thing
My heart melts – did I hear them sing?

The ups and downs of parenthood
not every day is going to be good

Today is quiet as they watch cartoons
The silence will be broken again soon

A poet’s life

I wake up thinking only in rhyme
Why does this happen all the time?

The poems emerge with little thought
Others efforts to rhyme hard fought

A simple talent I seem to have
A family heirloom descended perhaps

I wonder how many have this gift
I can write just looking at lake mist

The gift of writing an old-time skill
For me not lost, but here still

I work each day on creativity
Unknown worlds of poems I see

A gift of poetry I have always had
Time to use it, it isn’t bad

A gift worth sharing for all to see
Won’t you join in rhyming with me?

Annoying Headaches

IMG_0340 2I hate headaches, yes I do
The pounding in my head boom, boom

Nothing can make it go away
Water, coffee or even Earl Grey

I can’t focus, I can’t think
I can’t eat, I can barely drink

Finally the headache begins to dull
I can’t believe it’s finally done

I wasted days fighting the pain
Then suddenly you just go away

Another day you will return
For now I enjoy a head without hurt