Know This

I hope you know…

That your value is not determined by the number on the certificate,

nor the money value held in keeping.

Your ability to provide for your family does not affect your worth.

Each human being is created unique and priceless,

the life decisions, the education or character does not change that.

I hope you know that the person spending their life away on drugs,

with no education or income and abandoning their family

has the same value as the white privileged male

who just won the nobel prize for charitable works,

who has a successful family and business.




The ever present companion.

Even when your physical form couldn’t be beside me,

your thoughts were.

From my beginning you never failed to be devoted,

teaching and guiding me into my own.

No-one will ever know what it was like to have you.

Even my siblings saw you paint another picture,

as your love is unique.

The kindness you personify is only second to your faithfulness.

It’s strange to think that you were once just a child,

because your depth of character is so constant.

But if you could grow into the fortress that you are,

I hope I can too.


I know life forged a different story for you than the normal,

but as gold, you were only purified by the fire.

Rising above the infirmity that held your body captive

and revealing faith can actually move mountains.

You endlessly give strength,

to those who cannot even whisper for themselves.


I hope one day you will understand,

you are wonderful in every way

and you have taught me how to be who I am.




A melody that penetrates to the core,

the memory of your laugh.

It dances across my thoughts,

I can almost hear it in its absence.

As you slip through my mind,

like a ghost in a haunted house,

I sense my fury rise.

Why did we have to depart from each other?

Your face I can no longer see,

but your voice remains.

How did we fall into different eternities?




Funny, isn’t it.

How you were a stranger,

then an enemy,

now friend

and possibly more.

When did the sparks catch?

I did not notice it myself …Did you?

How frustrating to my pride

that you would have so much in common

nearly all my aspirations and dreams are matched

who are you?

Where did you come from?

Why do I have to be intrigued?

I don’t want this to become love

but you’re an intriguing distraction.



I can’t lie,

seeing captured moments don’t help

I’m sad more than anything

that I can’t see the grey brick I’m used to

I just wish it was 10,556 miles closer

why can’t it be a breath away?

people lie when they say it’s a small world

I want to be home

I want to see everyone I love

and all the places I know


A thought I wrote a few months ago and rediscovered :

“The startling emotion of future becoming past.

Time developing and hearts growing,

slipping into the rhythm of life.

Crazy highs and unexpected lows,

unrelentingly charging me down.

Am I really in control?

Or is this all playing itself out?

Thoughts unfolding into action,

without any consideration.

Regret and envy pursuing every spark and motion,

but only I get to choose.

When everything that is coming is gone,

what will be left of you?”