Dear Daughter,
Your worth is not in others opinions, you don’t have to be the same as everyone else.
I didn’t make you different, and one-of-a-kind, so you could blend in.
I made you to be unique to stand out, like a candle in the darkness, to shine for me.
Someone else’s perfect will never be as high as mine, so let me make you complete/perfect.
Dear one, don’t let the thief comparison steal your joy, I’ve given you so many gifts to use for me.
Can anything I give you be less then excellent?
A Love of the Old
What couple danced to this record’s gay tune?
Who enjoyed this story long a go told?
Two things never stop giving pleasure, they never die
A well told tale, igniting our imagination.
A tune of beautiful composition, evoking emotion.
The flow of words penned by another human being,
describing what you feel.
The moment of connectedness,
when you know your not alone.
The experience of loving some for their feelings.
Saying to ones-self “ahh…so that’s what that is.
The thoughts of my mind formed by your pen.
What if we spoke every word as if it was our last?
Would we hurry to impress the masses with our wisdom?
Would we capture humanity in a poets hurried flow?
Would you even care?
I could speak as if my words were my last.
But you wouldn't remember them until I'm gone.
Mix the sweet and the sad
the dark and the light.
Stir it like honey syrup
then pour it into the twilight.
The throbbing of the music
murky yellow light revealing
swaying bodies moving to the beat.
Shadowy outlines of tall men
the waving hair of the woman.
Happy smiles and a heart
beating with excitement.
Fedoras, suspenders and tattoos.Swing music,
pounding base.
Laughing with friends.
Walking down well lite city streets,
feeling humanity all around.
~Swing Dancing
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