Guiding Light

A Christmas Eve

darker than most.

Through tears I told

of your passing

Knowing that it

cannot be real.

Knowing you are

still here with me.

Never leaving

my heart and soul.

I hear your voice

with each heartbeat.

I see your face

each time I blink.

I hear your laugh

with each wind gust.

Though the night was

darker than most

the night sky now

has a new star

to help guide me.

This is a poem dedicated to my grandma who passed away December 24th. May she always be in our hearts.

Cold Winter Night

His feet stamp through the fresh white snow

giving me an easy path to stalk and follow.

The Chicago streets are empty: except for he and I.

Gas lamp after gas lamp fades as I slowly creep bye.

I know he is there;

he doesn’t know I’m here.

Catching him from behind, with a brick, I land a solid blow

and stand smiling, gleefully watch his final breath flow.

Red oozes warming and painting the powder covered street.

Omnipresent

A dove flies to the heavens

An angel is born,
flying high as a dove;
watching over the ones they love.
Nothing can replace what is lost.
Nothing can replace who you are,
the way you changed
everyone you touched,
everyday you met.

A dove flies past the heavens,
yet will never leave.