There are those folks,

Who are creative and bold,

In their daily ordinary world. …

It is the mystery,

Lurking underneath,

Waiting to emerge, …

How warming,

It would be,

If differences, …

In a turbulent world,

And ever-changing times,

It is traditions, …

It was a quiet day,

Not a soul around,

With the only sound, …

They took care of us,

When we were children,

Never realizing, …

Some lessons,

Arrive late in life.

Like embracing, …

Only when fear said goodbye,

And she let me see,

What lay naked inside, …

Togetherness is as fragile,

As a strand of frozen cobweb.

With the seasons, …

It is rare,

That my thoughts,

Are as lucid, …

I will never forget,

The taste and care,

With which he prepared, …

Even if today,

Inside,

There is no smile, …

Some days at night,

I question life.

Days I can’t answer, …

I had yet to see,

Purple berries,

In the middle of winter, …

So many recipes,

To glance over,

Think about and decide. …

I often sought,

The grand in life,

When in reality, …

Craving to understand,

Or prove right,

Matters little, …

The day will come,

When I too shall fall.

And I hope it will be, …

It is when undisguised,

The layers are seen,

And in the open, …

The white duck,

Swam alone,

Looking around, …