I see you in all there is
Your glory abundant in countless ways
And even when I feel so lost
You brighten up my darkest days
I’ve tried my whole life
To turn from the path you laid out for me
And on days like this I remember
You’re the only real truth that I can see
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Hope whispered a promise
Quietly in her ear
Reminding her that happiness
Would eventually draw near
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Little girl
Blond hair blue eyes
Living the happiest
Days of her life
For right beside
Is her very best friend
A young boy
Of almost ten
Dangling their feet
At the end of the pier
Just happy to know
The other is near
Spending each day
Climbing trees
Too much fun
To notice scrapped knees
Riding bikes
All over town
Smiling and happy
Never sharing a frown
Now side by side
Near the river’s edge
Each silently makes
A forever pledge
For he’s her hero
And she’s his muse
Both something to the other
Neither wants to lose
Friends forever
Never to part
Lucky to have each other
From the very start
© 2018 Michelle Cook
I wrote this poem years ago and it always reminds me of my best friend C, and what I imagine it would have been like to grow-up with him. So wherever you are today C, and whatever you’re doing, I hope you have the best birthday ever. Love and miss you… ~M xoxo
I wish I had a friend who would pretend with me once more
Masquerading away the day, we’d be silly and free
Free to be a princess, a pirate, or even a superhero
Regardless of whomever we wanted to be
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would ride bikes with me all day
Riding around the neighborhood, we’d be silly and free
Free to explore the park, the zoo, or even the beach
Regardless of wherever we wanted to go
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be ten once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would spend some time with me
Bumming around together, we’d be silly and free
Free to hang out at the arcade, go bowling, or even catch a movie
Regardless of whatever we decided to do
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be fifteen once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who could understand what I’m going through
Never-ending late night talks, we’d be silly and free
Free to discover who we are, speak honestly, and become forever friends
Regardless of whatever we discovered about each other
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would help me make tough decisions
Coming alongside me, we’d be silly and free
Free to dream, think, and consider the future
Regardless of whatever we planned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be twenty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would help me be a better parent
Giving me some guidance, we’d be silly and free
Free to learn how to cope, adjust, and love unconditionally
Regardless of whatever we learned
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who could help me fix my marriage
Lending me their shoulder, we’d be silly and free
Free to face problems together, comfort one another, and give compassion
Regardless of whatever we experienced
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be thirty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who would make me feel young again
Through words of reassurance, we’d be silly and free
Free to laugh at ourselves, cry at times, and encourage one another
Regardless of our age
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty once again…
To feel alive again…
I wish I had a friend who lived nearby
Through close moments spent together, we’d be silly and free
Free to see each other face to face, always welcoming a loving embrace
Regardless of life’s turmoil
We’d be free
Free just to be
Oh to be forty-five once again…
To feel alive again…
To be continued when I’m older…
© 2018 Michelle Cook
In the stillness of the day
I sit quietly and reflect
On all the wondrous things
I so often tend to neglect
I become fully entranced
By the soft billowy clouds
Which are often forgotten
Amongst the bustle of the crowds
The flowers captivate me too
Each one smiling at the sun
Seems God’s perfect glory
Can never be outdone
The trees all leisurely sway
To the beat of the zealous breeze
And the bees and the wild things hum
To the rustling of tender leaves
There’s magic in the air
Drifting along on a waft of sweet perfume
And I’m lost once again
To the wonders of a beautiful afternoon
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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