Concentrating on my life ahead
As I look through photos from the past
Reminders of happy times and faces
Today those people have struggles
Those people have dimmed lights
Some have disappeared altogether
Others have one hand on death’s door.
At times I have a glance at optimism,
Determination to live a long future.
My family to make it clear
That they are helping me to look ahead
They will make today worth being present
And tomorrow, even better.
©Rick Wyman 8/21/24
The breath of fresh air,
I inhale into my lungs,
Brings me thankful joy.
©Rick Wyman 8/16/24
Cramping in my hand
I recall my weathered past
Grasping memories.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/22/24
Dandelion fluff
Follows yellow dots in green
Spring lawns awaken.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/8/24
Blossoms fill the trees
Petals sprinkled on the ground
Empty twigs grow fruit.
(c) Rick Wyman 5/14/24
The bountiful days of summer,
Reaching to pull the shades of autumn.
While the tie back curtains,
Lay open to the sun’s longer rays.
Each second of warmth,
Matters to all who awaken.
Deep breaths and smiles,
Cherishing the memories.
Longer days, car rides, wet feet and towels.
Leaves falling and landing,
Like post-it notes on green grass,
Each a reminder of times spent,
And what to enjoy about days ahead.
(C) Rick Wyman 10, 17, 2023
Night fell hours ago.
I watched and searched for the moon.
It lay behind a layer of clouds,
Giving some light,
As if to nod a shy hello.
I recognized its welcoming acknowledgement to my gaze.
My smile was genuine,
As it always is,
While greeting a friendly warmth.
I miss the moon when it shrinks and disappears,
Too late for me to join its company.
I look forward to our meeting next time it shows
A happy light on my horizon.
(c) Rick Wyman 12:47 am Saturday
Waiting for healing to catch up to my wishes.
Spending long days breathing slow and shallow,
Recalling days before the painful emergency.
Today I want to gain years beyond what some expect.
This life I have been saving, is to share,
With the family we made from love.
Prayers for decades together,
Holding hands each morning with God listening.
Forever has a whole new meaning.
© Rick Wyman 7/19/2021
Tiny snow pellets bouncing off my sleeve,
And sitting on my glove.
I recall their presence from years before.
They coax a small smile on my lips,
While I enjoy their gentle bounce.
If I were a child again,
I would not enjoy them more.
Today is as good as then,
As I need the smile even more.
It is important that my heart be lifted,
From the worries I bear.
My youth taught me,
That life keeps coming together,
With its unexpected joys.
Rick Wyman
© November, 2020
The tunes we built in our heads
Are those we’ve played over and over.
The creation of the negative images,
Born from words of others we’ve fended off,
Snuck back into our heads,
And hid away,
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