Our Baylee. It’s been 4 days now, our hearts are filled with the loss of you our sweet baby.

You blessed us little girl and you were the best too!

July 2008 - November 5, 2024

The Rain

Take a walk thru her sounds,

Where lights play with water,

And fire drowns the sky.

See the rain through taste,

And smell.

Sip drops from her lips,

And savor heavens swell.

Reach for her body,

Drench yourself in her blanket.

Find a solace within its soak.

Bathe in her misty fragrant,

And let her undress you with herself.

She whispers through leaves.

To express what all lovers say,

A soft utterance of only moments,

And turns her face away.

As mornings calm note renders,

She was never meant to stay.

We are all but sometimes.

And we are all but still.

She is but some days,

Who beckons on our sill.

Sometimes we love her.

And some days she will.

The poem is mine from 2002, but the picture is from ChatGPT

Winter and Autumn

I sleep with her breath upon me

And she is found whispering her weariness into my air

My leaves contain reds and dying,

They requite their ballad

Seduced by the flailing winds

She needs me to know her

She begs me to enter in

It is all I can do

To remain restless and in need

I only to call from my loneliness and she stirs

To mirror the deep in me

For her quiet reflect her cold

To disturb nothing that does not belong to her dying

And we grasp as we throng

But we release as we sigh

I am the soul of dusk

And she is the awaking dawn

We are what lovers share when the day is gone

She is Winter and I am Autumn

We taste the constant of a night that is long

And I pine for what her coldness becomes

She cries for the ancient of change and white

And covers her lover with soft and light

She is my skin to feel her embrace my stay

We taunt the sky to tempt the breeze we crave

And share the canvas from which we lay

She sleeps with my breath upon her

And I whisper my weariness into her air

My leaves are all broken and fallen

They revisit their grave

Reduced by the failing winds

I need her to remember me

I beg her to love me again.

The poem is original from 2003 but the picture is ChatGPT