Happy New Year
The best days The best days. Family together. Laughter shared. Our greatest wealth. A healthy and happy family. I wish everyone a Happy New years and a successful 2016. John… Continue reading
Category Archive: family
–Everything
Everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry How much do we truly need? Everything If I lost everything. Would I become afraid? We live in a time. Where needing more and more is… Continue reading
True love gives all
True love gives all A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old and good memory. Our elders teach us how to live. True love gives all. Sixty five years together. He stood by my grandmother with… Continue reading
For Veteran day–A witness to life
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and… Continue reading
–Bounded love
Bounded love. Till my last breath. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive. Bounded love. Till my… Continue reading
-Thankful
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty one years old. Holding my Grandson. His first birthday… Continue reading
__I understand why we protect thewildflowers
I understand why we protect the wildflowers A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why. I understand why we protect the wildflowers I… Continue reading
I’m no-one and you are everything
I’m no-one and you are everything A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I’m no-one and you are everything I bleed everyday for people who have no concern for me. I… Continue reading
Happy Father’s day to all dads and Grandpas. Family pictures
Family pictures. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live. Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is? Did… Continue reading
Coming home
Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading… Continue reading