My Grandparents’ Old Home

I knew the halls and rooms like my own

But it was a maze I could still get lost in

Always something new to discover

Sometimes when no one was looking

A drawer full of old coins

Or old military buttons or pins

The bottom bunk where I would nap after church

The pantry was magical

Filled with sweet treasures

Always my first stop

The home left an indelible mark on my soul

Like the go-kart tracks on my brother’s back



Perfectly Human

Strong to a fault with the vulnerability of an open wound

A gentle soul with the willingness to stand firm when necessary

Living a joyful life while empathizing with the hurt of others

A song with a beautiful rhythm and a much-needed message

A leader desperate for someone to walk beside

Fighting desperately for peace without compromising your values

Your perfection makes a mockery of the human condition

Yet you are perfectly human