Each of us is like one drop of rain,
A single splatter on the thirsty sand.
Remember, though, that drops fall not alone,
The products and producers of a grand
Harmony that waters well the plain.
Do not think, then, that you're on your own,
A tiny drop upon a dying land.
You are a storm, whose green fields will remain.
GOODBYE, DEAR FRIEND AND GRADUATE
Goodbye, dear friend and graduate!
Our golden time is over now,
Our time of nothing more than time,
Days of simply being friends.
But I will always treasure how
Your love for me slipped into mine,
Embracing me where courage ends.
BE GENTLE: WHAT YOU'RE HOLDING IS MY HEART
Be gentle: What you're holding is my heart.
Remember in your honesty my pride.
If you don't want to see me, please don't hide
The truth, yet tell it with some art.
Though you may not have asked for me to call,
A single leap of hope must be allowed.
Not easily are shy songs sung out loud.
Yet now I wait alone outside your wall.
YOU WERE MY MOTHER AND MY FRIEND
You were my mother and my friend,
Which was unusual.
Somehow our characters still blend:
Your wisdom and my will.
I turned, and you were there for me;
I spoke, you understood.
I felt cared for, but also free;
You loved, and I was good.
I'm fortunate that I was born
To someone just like you;
I love you still. Though you are gone,
You live in what I do.
FREEDOM IS A CASUALTY OF LOVING
Freedom is a casualty of loving,
As one must freely choose to be unfree,
Taking is, instead of what might be,
Holding onto essence for dear meaning.
Each father ought to be the nearest mountain,
Rock-solid, unmoving in his passion,
'Twixt wind and world the will no will can fashion,
Sustaining innocence through sheer intention.
Depths are in more places than below,
As those who dive for melody well know,
Yielding memories sunlit and certain.
MARRIAGE IS THE UNION OF
Marriage is the union of
A greater sum than two in love.
Relatives are made by rites
Relating in-laws to delights.
In bringing families together,
A million lives are changed forever.
Go then in joy, yourselves to please:
Each love shapes many destinies.
FOR A MOTHER, A DAUGHTER, A TEACHER, AND A FRIEND
For a mother, a daughter, a teacher, and a friend:
In fertile valleys, dreams grow lush and tall.
For cultivation, beauty is the end.
Though each of many gestures may be small,
Years of love and clarity are all.
I am a poet and webmaster of the popular poetry site, Poems for Free, at http://www.poemsforfree.com.
