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.”

Aged with Humor

While eating my scone,

I had the honor of speaking to a humorous soul.

He was wondering why I wrote.

I told him, “honestly, I don’t know.”

His fake smile was genuine.

Eventually, making me smile again.

“Kid, you’re older than I am!”

This was coming from an old man.

“Live and laugh. Lie and love.

If you can do all that, then you can write about stuff.”

 

People find humor in the strangest way.

He took a seat and told me about his day.

 

“I laughed on the toilet to enjoy some potty humor.

I swear some people think I’m a damned boozer.

Anyway, I spat out my coffee

Watching my wife trying to find her keys.

She pinched my ear and gave me a kiss,

I prefer it this way, our younger days I don’t miss.

We were high strung and ready for the world.

A college dropout dating a business girl.

We struggled to love and to get by.

Most of the time, I had to hold her and cry.

I was nothing—a no one.

Who the hell wanted that kind of someone?

She did. I told her she was crazy.

You know what she told me? She liked me this way.

I made her smile. I was her oddball.

I used to try hard but honestly, it was all natural.

Now, I joke and laugh at everything.

Humor, the gift that keeps giving.

I know I’ll leave this world smiling.

You can write that down in your journaling.

Kid, there’s nothing and nobody holding you back.

When you encounter them, show them the finger and laugh.

But do it with a smile, it’ll throw them off.

I’ve done it enough times, just don’t do it to a cop.”

 

It was a pleasure meeting him,

trotting off with his contagious grin.

Life lessons taught by a loon,

who knew?

I smile more because of that baby boomer.

He was a piece of work, some random guy aged with humor.

Whisper

Let me whisper a secret,

something you already know.

My heart, you can take it and

make it your own.

I’ve waited so long

for you to come along

and give me a love so warm.

 

I’ll vow to give you my life,

to have and to hold.

I know I’ll be wrong and you’ll be right,

as long as you’ll still love me when we get old.

I just knew,

when I met you,

that I’d whisper, “I Do.”