Counting Down

July 5, 2022Vonita 7 Comments

I remember

Being so young of age I could count

My years on one of my hands

My teacher was gone for the day

So we joined our classmates next door

My teacher was gone

My safety net for a day

I counted the minutes tick by

I ran out of fingers

And then

I ran

Out of hands.

An Hour or Few

June 13, 2020Vonita Leave a comment

What would it mean

To see my mother again?

To speak for just an hour or few

We could share so much of

What has been, the days of now

We could speak of how the world has changed

Lives since gone and lives now new

Her dogs and cat and partner ceased

Oh mom – our family, our home now gone.

Oh mom, I miss you oh so much

Every day, every year I miss your touch

A mother’s hand a gift so kind

To every child that’s born

To every heart that beats

Oh mom, I have my own children now

Your grandchildren you would love so much

Oh mom – how I wish!

For you to be here once more

To be here again for another

Hour or few.

Crown

June 13, 2020June 13, 2020Vonita 6 Comments

I was born in days

When candy was exchanged for

A coin grasped tightly in my hand.

Technology was years away

From being in every home in every land.

I was born in days where I could cycle

To friends and to the park.

I was born when eagles soared the sky

And we could stay outdoors after dark.

I grew up with parents still alive

And their parents

And their parents too.

I grew up with a sister to hold my

Hand.

I grew up with a sun in the sky

And a moon after dark.

I’m all grown up now.

The same sun is beating down

And our moon –

Our moon still comforts as time delivers

A glowing silver crown.

Time

December 19, 2018Vonita 15 Comments

Can I capture time? And preserve it for always. So it doesn’t escape or spoil or merely slip through my fingers. How I long for those days of yore, when children’s laughter filled the home and my heart. When days ahead seemed boundless and never ending. Oh this time is a cruel thing, and so it is. Time heals everything, and yet, it is time that snatches everything in its path as well. A greedy lustful enemy is time.

Vapor

September 13, 2018Vonita 3 Comments

A few short breaths

Here on earth

Before our life is past

Time flies swiftly

Vaporizing

Make each moment last

Timeless Guard

April 1, 2018Vonita Leave a comment

A whole moon rose to stand watch over a scuttling earth. Ants and people breathed the same air and made the same mistakes of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The timeless guard beamed down its light and exposed the nakedness of life – a vulnerability so fragile and delicate against a ticking clock of time.