Tuesday, June 26, 2012


I was awoken one night--
From a peaceful dream.
I was floating down the lazy river
Of denial.
I heard the warnings.
I heeded their call.
I chose to stand firm.
Steadfast in my belief
That the storm would pass me by.
I boarded up my windows.
I buckled down.
Prepared for the worst
But, expecting the best.
And then, the news came.
We were stuck
In the eye
Of the storm.
But, the eye of MY storm
Was the most brilliant shade of blue.
Painted straight from the Heavens.
My light in the dark.
My gold at the end of this rainbow.
The calm after the storm.
My son.

May 10, 2012