Distant Happiness

Carnation in color—

matching no other.

Sun-kissed are the petals,

I dare not disturb her.



I write,

my pen taking note

of how she dances in the wind.


She didn’t bob or weave.

It was more of a graceful curtsy.


I saw that she wasn’t free.


Ensnared to a life of loneliness—

she frees herself in the emptiness.

With eyes that looked her way,

she’s given life—

one of only distant happiness.

“What took you so long?”

What took you so long?”,

was not the way it should’ve been.

Instead, we had our lives end

only to start over again.


No more midnight rendezvous,

pillow talks, or morning company.

I’ve never felt this lonely

without you beside me.


“I’m sorry”, won’t cut it.

It’s been 10 years and three months being apart.

The closest I can get to you is being under the stars.

Please forgive me for breaking your heart.


I know,

it took me this long

to figure out I was wrong

all along.

Barefoot Princess

Spritely wouldn’t be the word

to describe her.

She was cute and dirty,

the opposite of royalty,

but it suited her just fine.

The thought never crossed my mind.


Her hair of amber waves

wasn’t braided. So, it clung to her face.

She didn’t play alone,

it was her and her shadow.


The little girl ran to her mom who was also alone.

Instead of a shadow, it was with her phone.

Go and play, we’re leaving soon.

Mommy has to get ready for another interview.”


I assumed the mom was telling the truth.


Dashing through the dandelions and towards my way,

“Mister, do you want to play?”

I looked toward her mom,

who was still oblivious to the world around.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry. I can’t play with you.”


“Watcha’ doin?

Are you colorin?”

“No, I’m writing poetry.”

“Is that like a story?”

“Sort of, kind of. ”


“Can you write about me

in your poetry story or something?”

With a heartfelt sigh and twist of my pen

I scribbled some words and tore them out for my new friend.

“Now, it’s not finished.

A life like yours isn’t ordinary for a princess.”

“I can finish it! That’s why it’s mine!”


Honey! It’s that time!”


“Thanks, mister! I’ll keep it safe!”

I watched as the little girl ran away.

Waving goodbye,

I questioned why she came into my life.


I returned the next day

to find no one at play.


I would like to think I gave a purpose

for that little girl to continue being

the “Barefoot Princess.”