Hands On

Giving are the hands
Life, Love, and splendid grandeur
birthing radiance

My Girl Brandy

She’s the toughest little thing
to ever punch my throat.
She’s not a stranger to anyone
and she can hold her own.
She’s lovely and scary,
subtle yet moody.
A woman worth having at my side
my girl Brandy

Her Vows

I’m a bit nervous writing this today,
confessing the words I know I can’t say.
So, if you don’t mind
I’d like to take the time
to say what isn’t mine.

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

I wish I can tell you, “You look great in white.”
and how much it hurts me with her at your side.
Her hand on your ring
I whisper silently
the words that came from me…

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.

When it’s all over, I’d like the chance
to have and to hold you in one last dance.
Swaying in starlight,
you lean in and I can see it in your eyes
telling me, “I’ve always loved the way you write.”

“I’ve loved you forever—
I always have.
We have more than enough love to last.
And look at you now…
You’re my Prince Charming, my kind-kindred soul”
Seeing you happy, I’m losing it all.
So please don’t be mad if you found this out—
that I’m the one writing her vows.





Sippin' on a Sunset

Remembering those barefoot Summer nights,
I’d sip the day away in delight.
Bitter as a mosquito bite
and sweet as the present,
nothing beats chillin’ and sippin’ on a sunset.