Remembering Owen

The snow blankets the ground, sparkling, 

promising warmth to come, life to come,

I know this,

we know this, Cali and me, even as our paws and

bottom are frosty on the icy bench

we smile at the camera, hopeful, 

the flowers at our side, a small photograph

taped to the bench

(made with love by the grandpa's)

I secretly hope for a girl, a nod to Owen

to make it true, he will always be 

a source of love and hope in my life.

Giving Life

I can smile thinking of a baby in need

her blue tinge turning rosy, my blood coursing

through her veins.

this is what it is to give life

at no cost to your own.

the cheery curtains and comfy chair,

a chatty worker and the palpable 

happiness that comes from stopping your day,

skipping whatever may have been calling,

to do what really counts.

Give Life.

small success

green grass

politely protrudes

through

brown burlap

protected primarily

from frost

killing cold

silent success

beautiful