Friday, October 28, 2011

Resolve to Read

I walk up to the bookshelf,
Pick out an old book,
Blow away the dust,
Flick a few pages,
Put it back again,
Maybe another day.

I pick up another,
It’s an old book,
A little dog-eared,
A jutting bookmark,
A few missing pages,
I think I'll make my own story.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Shared Sorrow: On Grandpa's Lap

Why are they crying?
Because they loved your father.

Don’t I love daddy?
Yes, you do.

Then, why am I not crying?
Because, you don’t understand death.

Didn’t you love daddy?
Yes, I do. I always will.

Why are you not crying?
Because I have you.

Don’t you understand death?
I never will.