Control

It didn’t really go as planned
Things got in the way
Unexpected troubles
Changing the whole day

Handling the problems
Sorting through the mess
Shooting from the hip at times
To alleviate the stress

Where is it that I need to go?
What is it I should do?
When the solution finally comes
Will there be a me and you?

I no longer have control
If I ever really did
The control was always held by you
Although it wasn’t hidden

The dark side is upon us
Will we make it through?
Weathering yet another storm
Until the skies turn blue

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runner up

at no time should you be runner up
second best in a relationship
draw the line--stand your ground
there is nothing to be gained
and your heart will know

wait for the one
who puts you first
fills your needs
understands all
holds your hand

in the long run
this is what you deserve
what will make you smile
sooth your sole
and share your life

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kiss me good night? (another of my mom's MJF)

if in this world there were but two
and all the world were good and true
and if you knew that no one knew
would you?

if you dreamed in pajamas blue
of two strong arms embracing you
and if you really wanted to
would you?

if all the world wee nice and bright
and if I stayed with you all night
and if I turned out all the lights
would you?

if we were in a certain place
an we were sleeping face to face
nothing between us but a little lace
would you?

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her words (my mother's poetry MJF)

my mother has the prettiest tricks
of words and words and words
her talk comes out as smooth and sleek
as breasts of singing birds

she shapes her speech all silver fine
because she loves it so
and her own eyes begin to shine
to hear her stories grow

if she goes to make a call
or out to take a walk
we leave our work when she returns
and run to hear her talk

we had not dreamed these things were so
of sorrow and of mirth
her speech is as a thousand eyes
through which we see the earth

God wove a web of loveliness
of clouds and stars and birds
but made not anything at all
so beautiful as words

they shine around our simple earth
with golden shadowings
and every common thing they touch
is exquisite with wings

there's nothing poor and nothing small
but is made fair with them
they are the hands of living faith
that touch the garment's hem

they are as fair as bloom on air
they shine like any star
and i am rich who learned from her
how beautiful they are
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