In the faces of my boys I see
Works in progress, all three

None of them supposed to be
Yet they’re here for all to see

Seven, Nine, Eleven are they
Nothing seems to get in their way

Little hands;
Pint sized hands playing with cars and blocks.
Building castles surrounded by
Army men, Lego people and rocks.

Larger hands;

You want to test your wings
And it tugs at my heart strings.
Just the other day it seems you were so small
I could hold you in one arm.
Yet today you reach my shoulder.

Words come easily to you and I as they do to most
But for him things are not so easily said.
Frustration reigns supreme and it’s simply easier to point to what he wants.

Thoughts ramble in no certain progression
The mind wanders without restriction
Fixated on things not happening
Paranoia Abounds

Conversations not followed clearly

Mountains stretching loftily
Caressing the face of Heaven
Offering their strength to all

Its raining today
Its raining inside as well as out.
Its raining inside my head so I can’t think. I am full of Despair today.

I reach my arms up to the Full Moon shining above me.
Energy. Making it’s way from head to toes.
It roots me to the Earth beneath my feet.
I am as One with the Always and Forever.