First a birthday poem for my youngest son…
Ben’s 38
38 years since you were born
As with all
From a womb you were torn.
A feisty child from the start
Weaving your way in
To many a heart.
Life for you has been up and down
And too often
You wear a frown.
A sensitive soul I have found
Too often in life
Knocked to the ground.
But deep within I can see
The resources you have
To set yourself free.
And I will remain
A steadfast supporter
An advocate for all you gain.
Rolling with the punches life will throw
For with each challenge met,
All will watch you grow.
Brian Matthews 1-1-24
For Ben’s birthday on 4-1-24
And then some Haiku
Unusual Times
The rain falls again
Not like our normal summer -
And what comes next?
Brian Matthews 6-1-24
Petrichor
The rain has just stopped
The streets and land now washed clean -
Such rich smells abound
Brian Matthews 6-1-24
And a poem that, I think, will resonate with many
Guilt
Such an evil master
Is guilt when we’ve erred
But to err is only human.
And guilt a reflection
Of our empathy for others
Knowing how our actions hurt.
But the main pain
Is to ourselves
Regret gnawing at our core.
But lessons are learned
About the need for change
Before we are overwhelmed.
Steps taken in calm times
Inoculating against the fever
Of emotions spilling over.
Knowing that there are those
Who have our backs
And can see past the troubled waters.
Brian Matthews 6-1-24
Brian’s Reflections 