Our similarities might not be seen by the eye
(Like a certain someone else and I)
But they’re found in way my excitement peaks
When the clouds grow dark and lightning streaks
Across the fields in the early morning
And radio static cries out in warning
It’s found in the way I appreciate
A costume that is truly great
And the love of a well-crafted story
Whether sci-fi, fantasy, or gory
But really similarities lie
In a better than average artistic eye
In the calm way we flow about our day
In the comfort we both take from faith
And anyone who looks can see
We are both in good company
And neither of us has to pretend
The way that we are truly friends

Composed 12/22/18
Description: For my dad.


A Mother’s Love

Composed 5/13/13
Description: A poem (a few days late) for Mothers Day.

Laundry feels softer
When mom washes your clothes
Food tastes better
When it’s cooked on momma’s stove
You’ll have a larger scar
If she’s not there when you are hurt
You’ll never look as nice
If she’s not there to smooth your shirt

But it’s only when you’re gone
That you realize her advice
Is not just OCD
But the love that fills your life
Bottles from the store and
Family recipes
Are nothing compared to
The love my mother brings