There are those
who slip through cracks
Their stories go unheard
Their voices
ill-matched
to the noises of the
busy world.
I choose to rise
Up through the familiar
decaying cracks
Reborn
in promises
from the past.
jj
The Red Pajamas
Little red satin pajamas
So silky & soft
Just like my Grandmother's love
They cover and comfort me
While I sleep
Dreaming of a magical world
Only in the mind of a hopeful child
Healing and caressing
the voices
Where pain has no rest.
jj
Infinity
To think we know Infinity
Is to not really know it at all
For in our hopeful sense of grasp
As quickly as it comes
It is gone
Always moving from us
This vast necessary void
Just beyond our conceivable reach
Reminds us
to keep stretching ourselves
Lest confinement
steals our joy
jj
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