There are certain things
That all children know -
Flowers bloom in spring
When all the birds sing
The sun helps things grow
And melts the fresh snow
Rain washes things clean
And helps with gardening
The good times - playing
And bed time for praying
The very best balloons
Big ‘n round as full moons
And without any strings
Moving as the wind blows
Yep - children know things
Like - don’t step on toes
The moon is Swiss cheese
Leprechauns wear green
And all angels have wings
Yep – children know things
I see,
I watch.
I hear,
I listen.
I sniff,
I smell.
I stay,
I stand.
This is the life I live,
I do not move and I do not talk,
Yet I know more about this world
Than you could ever imagine.
I’ve seen heartbreak and despair,
I’ve seen love and rejoice.
But most of all I have seen you,
All of you walking by,
Living your busy lives,
Doing your busy things,
Never stopping to say hi.
It is okay,
I am not offended,
Although I would like to be noticed,
I am fine just being here,
Sitting,
Waiting,
Watching,
Wondering.
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Watching you
watching me
Bathed in a shaft
of perfect peppered sunshine
I always wanted an hero
who was only mine
The heavens were kind to me
you came home
~Chrystal
Written on
January 4, 2009