Hold a photograph

  As a child I thought of flowers,
rain and dark blue skies.

  As a teenager I thought of ladybugs,
daisies and downpours.

  As an adult I only asked for love,
books and an endless supply of
random drops of daisies.

  Got books. Got knowledge.
Learned about love. Learned to
take time to see and pick daisies.

   Pictures. Memories. Hope.
A rainfall, a storm, a dark
maddening sky all to soothe
my spirit.

   Moments I hold close. Closer
than family. Someday, I hope,
for the random daisies, ladybugs
for grand hugs and laughter.

   Oh I look forward to the long
walks, dense forests, old novels
and long sighs.

  Until then I hold a photograph.