“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

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Fever

Apparently

When a baby is sick

All he wants to do is stick

More milk inside his stomach

And all throughout the night and day

His tired mother has to wait and pay for

The fever and germs that contaminate

Because the tired child cries often

(Though sometimes he softens

Just enough for a cuddle)

All I can hope for is

A lack of fever

Tomorrow

I Try

I try to be the best

Smartest, fastest, most well-rounded

Hey, look at me, I smile

Cook, clean, check the details

I am a mom and need to be strong

Perhaps a little too much

Because this wasn’t quite

What I wanted or imagined

But it’s life.

Nature Baby

I gave birth to nature baby.

He jabbers as we run outside, taking in the sights and sounds of the trees that we pass.

Sometimes he falls asleep from the rhythm and I can hear him snoring lightly.

I’m sure he dreams of sunshine and birds, because he is always in the best of moods in the outdoors.

When he is big and grown, I hope he’ll be running next to me as we tackle the big miles. His dad will be on his bike, keeping our pace steady, as we jump rocks and dodge branches in the forest. 

For now, though, he is a nature baby.

Tough As Nails

IMG_1719It was a brisk morning, a hard morning
I woke up at six, let my baby sleep a little longer
Eggs and toast my fuel, double layers my warmth

We made it out, eventually
Just a dirty diaper or two, just a tear or two
Just a typical morning, just a jog

We made it to the hill, not so much a mountain
I worried about mud, I was right
The ten miles became nearly eleven and a half, how dare they

I ran comfortably, at first
Was up in front, felt like a speed demon
Two caught up with me, way too soon

But I ran well, felt the burn on the uphill
Tripped a little, took some foliage with me
And made it third overall, first woman

It feels good to race, sometimes
Especially when free massages. free beer
Meet you at the finish line

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Trails

Today, I tried to go for a run.
Normally, I don’t just try – I do
But today the asphalt was hot
And I was sticky the second I walked out
And it was too unpleasant to continue.

I long for trails.

Let’s See A Smile On That Pretty Face

lighten up, loosen up
says somebody hammered in every way possible
get a grip, have a drink
who knew good cheer could be so forcible?

if i were to smile while walking around
someone would wonder what drug would be found
inside my system, running around

so let me scowl and snarl
as i walk along the streets of downtown
it holds the whistles at bay
when their flirtatious faces are met with a frown

Medford, Oregon

Right here in Medford
There are two kinds of people
The East and the West

Forget South and North
That is where the middle lies
Rich, desolate mess

We live by homeless
They speak louder in the night
For we silence them

I am sorry the days
When I cannot look, for fear
Takes me by surprise

What is it I think?
That their woes are contagions?
Famine infectious?

I am not alone
Thinking irrationally
Most do avoid them

Insufficiency
Could take us all, and I’d say
Good riddance, blind eyes

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