Working Nights

Working nights can be a
Long hard row to hoe.
It's not easy for the ones
You work for or the ones you love.

Wife has an empty bed
At night and children have
Empty days, the sun will
Rarely see my face.

Life goes on around me and
I'll miss and not see
A lot, I'll see a lot
Of the moon and the stars.

Sunrise to end my day,
Sunset to start my way.
How I miss the sunshine
And the blue sky.

I'll watch and I'll wait
Through the night for the
Day, the day I'll not
Have to work the night anymore.

Some Days

Some days are easier than others
To get started and
Some days just don't seem to
Get started at all.
The trick seems to be to get started,
Keep on going, and not fall.
The sun will rise and shine regardless
Of how we think or feel or seem to.
Do we get up and shine with it
Or do we not shine at all?
Do we cut through the clouds and haze
And peek in and out during the day?
Maybe we just soak them up,
Lazying away the day?
Maybe we'll toil beneath them?
It doesn't matter either way,
As long as we get up, get going,
Shine, and not fall.

Reborn

My life ended, as I knew it,
As my daughter's life began.

My final breath drawn as
Her first breath taken upon birth.

She was born and so was I,
Reborn to life, but life not mine.

My life, for her from the
Moment she was born.

Reborn again and again
For each of her beautiful sisters.

My life is mine no more but
Now, and until it ends, for my children.

Until my true final breath comes,
I'll not ever breathe for myself again.

I was born and reborn and born again and
Live and breathe, not for me, but for my daughters.

Professional Inspiration

Blessed Mother Theresa is my inspiration in nursing.
I can utilize my given gifts in other ways,
But no more giving way than this.
I can find a better paying job,
But no better job for my soul than this one.
I can take a more prestigious position,
But no more prestige than to serve those no one else will.
I'm not a wealthy man,
But I'm more wealthy because of her teachings.
My resources can be limited,
But I saw what she did with less.
I am no saint,
But I'm less the sinner because of her ways.
I'm not the best nurse,
But I'm a good one because of her example.

Sharing This Morning

So sweet the morning,
Saturday morning,
Before this great day,
Starting off the right way.

Waking up together,
With you beside me,
With a tender touch and
With a soft caress.

In each other's arms,
In a slow kiss,
Let's share this
Precious togetherness.

A warm cup of tea,
A slice of cheese,
An easy kiss,
This is breakfast.

Hours flow slowly and
Sunlight slips through the window.
I just want you to be with me
To share this morning.

Water Trickling Over Stick and Stone

Water trickling over stick and stone
Flowing through the wrinkles of earth,
Life giving and cool.
Clean and pure,
Unpolluted by man's hand.
Sweet nectar from within our world.
Running freely and jumping like
A child on a sunny spring day.
Smooth as glass and more precious than gold,
Mother of life, cleanser of souls.
Water trickling over stick and stone.

Waves

I watch the waves
And am reminded of women.
They softly wash against me.
The waves forever come
Against the piers
And so subtely spread out
Upon the sandy shore.
No two I see are alike,
Each is unique in her own way.
Tender memories flood back and
Wonderful fantasies bubble up with each one.
When the waves get angry and insane,
What's born is a hurricane.
They either storm ashore or
Ponder about indecisively out at sea.
This is the reason,
As all men know
And the seacoast fears,
Why hurricanes are named after women.

On My Journey

I'm climbing a mountain
Seemingly insurmountable,
One hand over the other,
One foot in front of the other.

My climb started after
Emerging through the forest
Of indecision. I decided and
Found myself in the clear, here.

The forest was on a path
Which twisted and turned and
Went up and down and forked;
Upon which I was travelling.

I had taken this particular path
On a journey, destination unknown.
I looked before and after and around,
Then I took a single step.

Morning Wood

My morning wood
Feels so good.

Grab a hold
And don't let go.

Sqeeze me tight,
Feels so right.

Please your man,
In your hand.

Smile on my face,
By your wrist's quick pace.

Loose my load,
You score a goal.

No better way
To start my day.

You and me and
My morning wood - yee haw!

Training

White belt put on in dojahng
Trained, drilled, disciplined, and taught;
More exercise, practice, enlightenment and
Polish under watchful eyes of sahbumnim.

Check and check and check again,
Repeat and repeat and repeat again.
Form and routine and with
Resolve and resolution ---

White belt slowly and surely
Changes color and attitude.
One fine day, white belt,
After time and test - turns black.

Torn Apart In A Cart

Why so melancholy my soul,
Why so down and dejected?
Why so heavy my heart,
Despondent and low?

My entire being pays a toll,
Various parts contested.
Tearing myself apart,
Pieces rejected.

My being no longer a whole,
The sum parts separated,
Totally torn apart,
Pieces in a cart.