Ode

This poem is for my family;

The ones who gave me life,

The ones who kick me down

And make me stronger,

The ones who help me up

And give me hope to go further.

 

For my friends;

The ones who stayed

And endured the sunny and stormy weather,

The ones who briefly touched my life

And then were gone.

You have all shaped who I am.

 

For my loved ones

Waiting for me on the other side.

The ones who watch

And protect me.

The ones who come and visit me

And are always here.

I know you are all with me every day of every year.

 

For  the heartbreak

And the happy times;

The times I wanted to break down,

To curse and cry.

The times I felt I was floating

So happy and overjoyed.

 

For all the musicians

Who will never know how deeply they touch my life.

Their words mirroring my thoughts

And comforting me when times are hard.

Together they are the soundtrack of my life.

 

For all the writers

Who feed my imagination,

Who inspire me to become like them

And give me an escape.

Oh, the many lives I have lived.

 

For all the artists

Who have been and gone

Or still exist.

For gracing my ever humble eyes

With scenes of perplexity and beauty.

Oh, the things I have seen.

 

For the good in the world;

Timid and shy like a rabbit

And as rare as certain flowers

But oh so beautiful when you find it.

It gives me hope.

 

This poem is for those now;

Who take their time to read this

And all the other things I write.

Of all the people, you choose to read my work

And for that I am grateful.

 

All in all this poem is a thank you

To all these people and more,

Some are left unsaid

But you know who you are.