A little mercy now…
A little mercy now.. My father never cried, he never complained about life. My father rarely smiled with the burden of life surrounding him. His body and heart gave up, in the struggle… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Words, never spoken…
Words, never spoken… Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them again.… Continue reading
Silence and listen..
Silence and listen Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
The sweetest things…
The sweetest things A Poem by Coyote Poetry The simple things my friends make life worthwhile. The sweetest things.. I have saw so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of… Continue reading
What will I remember?
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
Bounded love. Till my last breath…
Bounded love. Till my last breath… The moment I held you for the first time. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. My joy. Now… Continue reading
A cradle hymn…
A cradle hymn. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon a paper A cradle hymn.. “Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a hummingbird.If the bird. It doesn’t sing.Daddy going… Continue reading
You taught me what love was…
You taught me what love was.. I remember your small house, I remember sleeping on a cot and I remember you. I remember us eating three meals together daily and I remember your… Continue reading
Your face…
Your face.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry July poetry number nineteen. Your face… I brought her close and I told her. Honey, you will be alright. We will figure something out. Her eyes were… Continue reading
Grandfather’s roses…
Grandfather’s roses… My grandfather told me often. We must be like the rose. She sleeps the complete Winter and rebirth yearly stronger and more beautiful. In the hard days of Winter, she… Continue reading