A Special Memory

Sitting on the white stone fence,
The presence of two others that she loves is captured.
The warm spring breeze is noticed,
As the palm trees sway in the background.
Her hair messy and in her face,
Looking into the picture squinting,
As the sun blinds her vision.
Her brother, now gone,
Looking away from the old Kodak camera.
His memory lives on.
On an April 1969 afternoon,
She's living in the moment,
Without a clue of what her life will turn out to be.
Growing up in one of the most controversial times in American history,
Makes her the person she is today.
Such a relaxed,
Yet chaotic time.
This picture captures a memory she will never forget.
Sitting on the white stone fence,
With the precense of two loved ones...

Simplicity

As the sun sets below the earth's horizon,
I walk down the middle of the fairway with my father.
Smiling just because.
The golf course is my favorite place on earth...
Freshly cut grass,
Recently groomed bunker, and
The simple presence of my father.
As the sun sinks further and further into the bay,
The slight breeze becomes cool, crisp air.
Arriving at the green,
Where the most important part of the game arrives.
Putting.
Pulling the pin one last time,
To make room for the ball,
As it travels into its home.
Listening to the ball bang against the walls in the cup,
I'm smiling.
Putting the pin back where it belongs,
This night of golf is over.
Tomorrow is a new day, a new dawn,
And I hope to walk the fairways with my father.

I Am

I'm a good guy
I'm a funny guy
I'm a sensitive guy
I'm a thoughful guy
I'm an honest guy
I'm a green guy
I'm a golf guy
I'm a cheesy guy
I'm a Detroit guy
I'm a romantic guy
I'm a complicated guy
I'm a food guy
I'm a lazy guy
I'm an organized guy
I'm an observant guy
I'm a skoal guy
I'm an iphone guy
I'm a smoker guy
I'm a joker guy
I'm a midnight toker guy
I'm a NORMal guy
I'm an art guy
I'm a writing guy
I'm a college guy
I'm a practical guy
I'm a lost guy
I'm a confused guy
I'm a livestrong guy
I'm a music guy
I'm a family guy
I'm a best friend guy
I'm a modern guy
I'm a movie guy
I'm a good guy

Lost

I am sorry, but sometimes, you just don't want to be here anymore.
You're fed up with everything and everyone.
You feel lost in the world that surrounds you.
Life is just unfair.
You look at someone you love and see the future...
They look at you and see the past.
I shut my eyes in order to see.
You wonder what you're going to amount to in life.
Will it end well, or bad?
I am sorry, but sometimes, I don't want to be here anymore.
Life is unfair to me.
What should I do?
I can't fathom leaving my life.
I won't, I can't.
I find joy with the words that I write on this paper.
I find joy with the ones I love.
I am a happier person when I talk to her,
But at the same time she is the root to all of my sadness.
I am sorry, but sometimes, I just don't want to be here anymore.

My Golf Swing

As I line up to the ball,
I think about where I want it to go.
I back up to align myself,
I lick the tip of my index finger to feel the wind blow.
Pick the grass below my feet and tos it into the air that surrounds me.
Visualizing the ball landing exactly where I want it.
With my feet spread and my grip ready,
I take one last look at the green.
With my club now off the dewy grass,
I watch the water splash off my club in my peripheral vision.
I think about keeping my head still,
Staying parallel,
And letting the clubface do the work.
Two seconds later the ball is airbourne and toward the green.
As I finish my follow through,
I watch the ball as it travels through the windy air.
When the ball makes a divot on the green,
I'm satisfied.
I proceed with this thought process seventy-eight more times...

Grandpa Hank

I remember my grandpa Hank.
I remember sitting on the coach eating toast with him.
I remember watching Jeopardy every night.
I remember listening to his WWII stories and picturing
His honor and glory.
I remember looking up in the stands and seeing a friendly face.
I remember he was so proud of me after stealing a base.
I remember his prayer before every supper.
I remember him getting older--slower.
I remember coming home from school one day.
I remember April 26th, 2005 like it was yesterday.
I remember him taking his last breath in my arms.
I remember my grandpa Hank.