The Smallest Stories of Life, of Loss and Things to Remember

Falling from the tree never hurt the leaf. It is the limb that feels the loss.

Worth cannot be measured by price. But life can be measured by cost.

We TAKE shelter from the rain TAKE words to heart GIVE thanks to those who shelter us GIVE pause to those who make words art.

Children’s laughs make us happy. Children’s hugs let us heal. Children’s tears make us sappy. Children’s fears let us feel.

Pride. Pain Regret Insecurity Despair Ennui. Pride.

A sheet torn. Absolute disaster. Alarm sounds. Ample rubble. An old frame shattered. Art lost. Askew toy. At peace.

Little boy fell for Love —Love was not entertained Little boy sang for Love —Love was refrained Little boy held onto Love —Love was unchained

If like Dickens, it is Dickensian. If like Hemingway, it is Hemingwegian. If like Wilde, it is Wildebeest.

She melts what’s left of my heart. This woman so strong so smart She’s not merely a muse This woman she is my art.

And if my love was circumvented You may not know ’twas I who sent it Though indeed it still will flow and reach you yet lo

Distance between people can be measured by miles or by time.

when the song fades you will still hear it in your head just keep on dancing along let it catch up to you again

There are: • Words I wish I had said. • Things I hope I remember. • Times I wished I was in bed. This is my December.