Mom, Mother, Mamma - For my Ma on Mother's Day!

Mom, mother, mamma - however you say it, it means love.

It's the kind of love that heals,

the kind of love that feels

the pain and joy of those it holds

in loving arms a mother folds

her child - be them big or small -

a mother's love can not recall

a record of past ills or wrongs,

a mother's love lasts all life long.

I love you mother and I pray,

that you find joy and peace in every day.

Happy Birthday on The Twelfth of May - for my big brother.

My brother, born on twelfth of May,

I'm thankful for you every day.

I'm thankful for your smiling eyes, 

for big bear hugs and long goodbyes,

for days spent under sunny skies,

and nights spent catching fire flies,

for a love that never, ever, dies,

for freckled noses and green eyes -

my brother, born on twelfth of May,

I'm thankful for you every day!

Organism

Scent of hair and flesh,

like dirt and trees and sky, 

fills lungs with water,

drowning in emotions,

mislead by tales of lovers,

on sugar coated oceans,

that never really were.

This animal of feeling,

which particles absorb,

filter through to blood

pump through lungs to heart,

two bodies - one plane,

sensory overload,

synapses in the brain

threaten to explode --

drown it out with sound,

beat it out in verbs,

adjectives abound,

dancing on the nerves,

travel through the soles

of feet upon life's path,

ragged, worn - disbelieving -

the pain in aftermath.

Left with shattered bits,

concepts once believed,

new realms of depth in feelings

in pleasures pain's perceived.