Sunny Day

A sunny day
Opens the curtains
To a breath of fresh air
Shadows and dreamy daze
Are vanquished in an instant
No more sittin round
Waiting for a reason
A sunny day
Waiting for a reason
No more sittin round
Are vanquished in an instant
Shadows and dreamy daze
To a breath of fresh air
Opens the curtains
Sunny day

Okay, Here Come the Tears

She called me with news
new job
change
At first a little misty eyed, then
Hear
come the
tears;
Their sound, effortless
As they wash my cheeks
I swipe them away, gently
Blend them into my blush

landscape changes
horizontal to sitting up straight
recalling, embracing
Her gift of grace and lightness
In the middle of a hectic day

Okay
Here come the tears.

The birdies sing

Tweet is the song of the bird
From my window
Mother's Day

My mother loved the sound of birds
As she lay in her back room
Do you hear the song
of the birds, Diane?

Tweet is the song of the bird
From my heart
Mother's Day

I miss my mother dearly
Apple pies
Cupcakes for the kids
Flannel nightgown slumber parties

Mother's Day
Is ever a song
the birdies sing.