Excerpt for A Diary of a Poet's Pen by , available in its entirety at Smashwords


This book is dedicated in memory of my mother and father. Although their residence may have changed, their love, presence and encouragement fill my heart. To my exceptional children, whom I love to the moon and back, may your dreams and talents carry you through life. Hold on to your dreams and never let go. To my incredible Fiancé, whose strength, love, determination and encouragement inspire me to push harder and strive for the unreachable. To God above, whom I revere, without your guidance and inspiration this book would have never gotten past page one.

“Thank you all and much love!”


The Expression of my Pen

I sat down with my pen

Which seems to be my dearest friend,

My imagination flowed like a river,

Quenching the thirst of my barren thoughts,

Quickly, as they entertain me,

I capture the essence they have brought.

Visions dance with rhythm, in time

As I give life, emotion to these words of mine

Their expression cuts deep,

Others, rest upon my lips as I sleep.

I have cried countless tears

As they have impressed upon me

The many joys and pain of my short years.

Pain gives birth to our hopes and dreams

That otherwise would remain thoughtless, it seems.

The rapture of their beauty brings

A breathless sigh to explain

The depth of true reality

As my pen silently sings,

Unleashing the melody of my thoughts

We engage on our journey once again.

A Memoir of The Heart

As I look back

Even though I’m still young with age

I wonder where time has gone,

With my soul at hand

I search the years that fill each page

Of this diary, I had begun.

Recorded are the sounds of laughter

And the memorable things we had done.

Written with tears are lingering hours of pain,

An avenue I have chosen to never travel again.

I hold within a sacred embrace

The many trials that have proven to inspire,

And grasp quickly the moving memories

Of true miracles that did transpire.

There are those who proclaimed love

Beyond any depth or measure,

But God revealed to me

An endless love my heart could treasure.

There are memories recorded

That very few would understand,

And sometimes we succumb to reasoning

That fell on the other hand.

We all have paths to travel

Memories to hold whatever the age.

We must endure all that life does unravel

And hold fast to the goodness we engage.

For those later years that will come

We will eagerly recall them one by one

Written in the memoir of our hearts.

In the Garden with Daddy

Is it, me?
Or do you hear the birds singing
Joyfully in the garden?
Their melodies drift eloquently,
Embracing the tender breath of roses
Illuminated by the peaceful tears of morning.
You are beside me,
And time eagerly stands still.
We exchange our thoughts and memories
All our yesterdays at will.
We became lost in the moment
Sharing loving words that before we couldn’t say,
I had prayed for that moment
That I shared with you that day.
God showed me his generosity, his grace,
As my eyes briefly touched your face.
“Daddy”, it will hold me for a little while,
Our memories of the garden, your happy smile.
Remembering relieves my heart of its pain
Until we are in the garden, Daddy,
Where we shall walk again.

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