Perfect stranger

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I watched each step
As she crossed that road
After leaving the safe shelter
Of her humble abode

Her clothes looked comfortable
With billowy cotton sleeves
And I suspected her socks
Were likely pulled up to her knees

Her hat was placed neatly
Atop a bed of pearly white hair
And as she slowly strode along
I couldn’t help but stop and stare

Her strides were shortened
By hips that dared not move
And her uniquely designed cane
Didn’t do much to improve

She seemed determined
Yet unhurried in decisive fashion
To get to wherever it was
Which was driving her inner passion

I sensed freedom in her jaunt
Though not of the physical kind
And I believe our brief encounter
Was solely meant to remind

For she made me think of the worries
The ones I cling to every day
And yet she so unintentionally
Seemed to leave hers miles away

I knew she’d discovered the secret
Found only in aging years
The one we all hope to find
To help lessen our irrational fears

And so she taught me a lesson that day
About my own life and who I am
And how I shouldn’t worry about the things
That I will never fully understand

I just wish I could thank her
For the encouragement she provided
It’s hard to find that these days
In a world so terribly divided

© 2019 Michelle Cook

You…

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On the hour
Most every day
I know you’re never
Far away

If only in thought
You’re still there
Someone I hold
So very dear

A loyal friend
Sent my way
Someone I think of
Night and day

True friends
Are rare and few
And I’m just so thankful
I have you

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The wonders of a beautiful afternoon

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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

For you, my writing friends…

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To my friends
The ones who write
Always bringing smiles
Both day and night

Each one of you
Is so very dear
I’ve grown to love you all
Over the years

So here’s my tribute
Meant for you
All these words
Sincere and true

First there’s Carl
My best friend ever
No longer writing on blogs
But I’ll love him forever

Second is Dorinda
In whom I can always depend
Think she’ll be a kindred spirit
Until the very end

Third there’s Walt
Who’s like a father to me
Always sharing his love
For all to see

Forth is Ivor
So sweet and caring
Very thoughtful
And always sharing

Fifth is Michael
Full of frivolity and fun
He’ll keep you laughing
Until the day is done

Sixth there’s Tessa
I’ve known her from the start
She spends her days
Sharing her heart

Seventh is Anthony
Who is very creative
His thoughts on life
Are often relative

Eighth is Chantel
My newest friend
Someone who anyone
Can truly depend

Ninth is Diana
Always willing to assist
Full of knowledge
None can resist

Tenth is Devereaux
Who is like a son
Think he can inspire
Just about anyone

And to all the rest
Who I haven’t mentioned here
Hope you know who you are
Because I hold you all dear

Much love to you
On this tenth day of December
Your continued love and support
I’ll always remember

© 2017 Michelle Cook