Twenty years ago On this day in September, Your life was taken. I remember you, From the news that awful day, But we’d never met. Those who knew you well, Know you still and love you well, May you rest in peace.

In dusk the day lies, And slowly darkens to night, Secret kept till dawn.

When the gray fog lifts, And you see the underneath, The truth’s beautiful.

In silence may we, Find the courage to go on, And meet what’s ahead.

Standing in between, Catching all the words that wound, Most invisibly.

No one wants to go, To it but when we do we, Are taken care of.

Doing the right thing, Isn’t easy but it is, Necessary now.

Now it’s time to rest, When important work is done, With a clear conscience.

As soon as life starts, Time begins its relentless, Read to the ending.

Sometimes in the night, I hear your voice and I think, That’s what love sounds like.

When I die I’ll leave, The world as all enter it, Loving humankind. I will not give in, And allow hatred to steal, My humanity. I will write stories, And leave them ever after, To those who’ll read them.

Sometimes when we lose, Unexpectedly we find, That in truth we’ve won.

With yellow I can, Draw the sun and happiness, Far from cowardly.

When we meet the one, Who will love us from now on, Will we know it then?

The first draft is done, Now hard work truly begins, I must revise it.

Honey at sunrise, Sweetness and light all in one, Make the breath of dawn.

Grief is like a sound, In the heart that never dies, ‘Till death stops the beat.

Now I’m looking up, See a rainbow in the sky, All our hope and love.

If their world were real, Then the characters might say, Come and join us here.

The greatest gift is, Sitting and sharing stories, With someone you love.

Identity is, Something each one of us has, Must each be alone?

Stars pin-point the sky, Like characters in a book, We haven’t read yet.

Singing in the trees, Laughter from the ground below, Carefree things we miss.

Time’s not on my side, When I try to do what I, Want to accomplish.

When I’m deep in words, Hours can go by without, My being aware. Is it kind of sad? That life can go by so fast, While we write of it.

Here’s your pillow soft, And your bed in darkness lies, See you at first light.

Sudden change might be, Scary but it also brings, Opportunity.

With that sense of right, Save and then flick out the light, Story has been told.

Stories write themselves, In a way that leaves no doubt, Magic does exist.

This is the last haiku of April. For the next six days, I’ll be posting story parts. Each story’s a gift, And together they add up, To give us all worlds.

Today was supposed to be a story part, but I was delayed, so I’ve decided to post a haiku today and a story part tomorrow. Up on a shelf there, Is a book waiting to be, Read and loved again.

Stories always change, From idea to finished work, Don’t get too attached.

What if they say yes? Then a journey will begin, Is that good or bad?

Tiny spark of life, One cell searching for a womb, To become our hope.

Surf pounds on the beach, Sunrise just an hour away, Be ready for life.

Love’s really something, Like a rainbow it is all, That is good for us.

The vaccines will come, Now we must wait patiently, For that to occur.

An eight-minute walk, If you could travel by light, Sun’s both far and near.

A white church stands still, Silently asking us to, Be kind to ourselves.

What we build right now, Is a foundation for the, Dreams of the future.

Thank you to all those, Who share good things with us all, You brighten my day.

Time is a monster, That takes from us all we love, But gives us that love.

Finishing things up, Means less time for the moment, But more time later.

When we do damage, Most things can be fixed but not, Always in our hearts.

Wind and snow blowing, Gray sky will bring a lot more, Till this is over.

Cultivate goodness, It will reward all of us, But maybe not now.