Driving on a suspended license..

Did I ever tell you that after being pulled over twice, my license has been suspended…..

I’ve been pulled over twice with all the family in the car.

My children have lost all confidence in my driving; they don’t want the police to have to talk to me anymore.

Warning me that laws are not intended to be broken.

The children have suspended my license.  They want Mom to drive.

The trouble is this, the passenger seat is responsible for making sure the children have all they want and need.

It is a tireless and thankless role that never stops asking..

I’m not sure I am cut out for it.

No doubt I will be promoted back to driver in no time…

Soup Bowl

After finishing her ice cream at lunch Vivian quietly remarked, “I’d like a bowl of soup to eat on the way home, I’mmmm Hunnngggrrryyyy still”.

Then she proceeded to walk out, quietly, unnoticed by all, with a bowl of soup and spoon, from the restaurant.

Into the car she loaded.

When you fly as sweetly as an angel no one dares to interrupt the dream..

Beyond a Reason, Able Doubt.......

Beyond a reason,

able to doubt.

Somewhere in Florida a man exits his car.

If he’s looking to find trouble, he needn’t look far.

His holster carries all the rage and trouble a life could make,

or take.

He carries with him: a last breath, broken dreams, and broken hearts.

Walking injustice in the form of a moment that cannot be undone,

walking injustice deals it’s way in to the life of another innocent victim.

I can’t help but ask myself why, why the violence, in the land of the presumed innocent.

The innocent victim sent to the land of the voiceless.

If we live in the land where we are innocent,

then why can’t we see each other as good?

Why do we get scared when we see someone with

a pulled up hood?

A boy’s life taken in the midst of the darkness,

revealing that which resides in souls of some.

What if darkness kept driving, didn’t stop, didn’t open that door.

Didn’t look to perpetuate fear?

The headlines over flow with broken hearts and broken dreams.

What if instead of seeking to play some grim reaper,

we keep on, working to be the keepers,

of our brothers and sisters…..

Some questions life brings and answers are insufficient,

there can be no justice.

All we have is just us.

Inspired - so many carry such heavy loads......

Parents of a Struggling Artist

I know he has the soul of an artist..

Because he doesn’t see what is,

instead he sees what could possibly be.

He doesn’t have boundaries

he creates his own lines.

1 side of a page – only

nothing on the back

any imperfections sent straight to the trash..

His medium is everything,

markers, pens, paints, glue, glitter, wood, rock, thread, string, tape-

napkins, paper towels, paper – but just on one side.

He is meticulous in his design.

If only he applied his art to other aspects of his life,

like brushing his teeth or making his bed.

Welcome to the life of parents with a struggling artist I guess.

I only hope to do nothing to alter his course,

to help him keep the innocence that anything is possible.