Nobody knew how long she had been here
on the beach, on her side, her eyes closed.
Her hair fanned, her face bejeweled with shells,
her clothes straightened by the receding water.
In time, we will know why she had to die.
In time, she will be named and buried.
Until then, she will be Jane Doe.
Along the river
where she loved to walk and swim
where she lost her life.
Along the river she rests.
Her grave is a simple stone.
Along the river
where we walk when we visit
where we think of her.
Along the river we watch
as the sun rises again.
Rhymes without reason
tickle a precious asset:
imagination!
There is no reason to rhyme
but every reason to think.
I can change your mind
one look, one touch, and one kiss.
See? I always win!
Up there in the sky
my guardian angels live
they watch over me.
They give me hope and courage
in moments of need and pain.
I look up to them
when the sun warms up my face
I pretend it’s them.
A kiss on my nose or cheek
and a firm kick in the butt!
