'My Doll'

'My Doll'

A gift at Christmas

Unwrapped with pleasure

My very own Doll

My love...my treasure

I named her "Betsy"

I held her tight

And rocked her in

Her cradle each night.

I dressed her

And changed her

And took her to tea.

A friend I always

Had with me.

She taught me to nurture

To love and to share

To know the good feelings

That come when you care.

She was packed in a shoe box

When I was ten.

But I never forgot her

Not now...not then.

When my "Live Dolls" arrived

My hand was steady

My heart full of love

Thanks to her I was ready.

Now I am old

But my heart still is young

And I yearn for the strains

Of the song that's been sung.

If I live to be ninety

Or a hundred and two...

Betsy will be there

To see me through...

Kesti©1992

'Advice to a Young Lad'

'Advice to a Young Lad'

No problem is too

Small or too big.

They must be attended to

And they all have solutions.

How you feel about yourself

Is the most important thing

In your life...all of your life.

Keep your eyes and ears

Open for humor and laugh freely.

Never leave home without

At least two dollars in your pocket.

Never hit your sister

And don't spit!

Kesti©1980

"Retro"

The brain is

a very strange place

A room for each desire

Closets galore

Stuffed with memories

Trinkets of your past.

You try to clean them out

Putting them in order

But...there is no order.

For things happen as they will

No direction, Yet you fill

the shelves to max

And push the closet door

and try to close with force

The bad ones push back

and fall onto the floor.

Oh, there is no order

Unless you pretend

And I can't do that

I too won't bend.

Kes©2009

'Insomnia"

She is beautiful

and can be

Fun and funny.

Inside is hiding

an insatiable need

for constant proof

of her worth.

There is no satisfying it.

It rules her and all who

try to love her.

It is a vast emptiness

That must be filled.

She takes drugs and alcohol

to put herself into a deep sleep.

When she wakes, it is

right there waiting.

A big spending spree

will calm it for a

few hours, but never days.

Where did it come from?

This horrid need?

She has been given

countless gifts from God.

She doesn't see them.

She can't grow up.

Indulging her makes

her more needy.

She is like an actress

Who comes out of her

inner reality

at times

And plays the role

of wife and Mother.

And then as suddenly

as she appears

Slides back into

the darkness.

I can't sleep

I worry

Is that a baby's cry?

Kes© March 2009

'A Time For Everything'

'A Time For Everything'

There is time to peek

Into a crib

And smile and coo and cuddle

There is time to watch him

Splash around

In every muddy puddle,

There is time to see him

Off to school

Upon that special day

There is time to kneel

Beside his bed

And teach him how to pray.

There is time to teach him

How to ride

A bike and how to swim

There is time to take

Him on a hike

And just plain get to know him.

There is time to teach him

Love of Christ

And to help his fellow man

There is time to teach him

How he fits

Into God's wondrous plan.

There is time to watch him graduate

You're both so very proud

There is time to see him

Get a job

He's in the 'working crowd."

There is time to watch him Walk the Aisle

With someone very dear

There is time to see him move away

You brush away each tear.

There is time to peek

Into a crib

To cuddle...smile and coo.

And watch your Grandson grow and grow

'A time for Everything"

Come true!

Kesti©1990

'Truth Be Dancing'

'Truth Be Dancing'

I believe

And not believe

In the same

Moment

That I can't

Believe

I'm not

Believing!

Kesti16© 1-8-96

'Journey of a Snowflake'

'Journey of a Snowflake'

Hushed whispers

As they brush each other

On their journey's

Fall to earth.

Each with their

Own pattern

Their DNA

Stamped in beauty

They congregate

Atop a mailbox.

They huddle in wonder

At the strange

Sights they see.

Children in bright

scarfs and bulky dress

Wear boots of warmth

And laugh while

Waiting for the big

Orange bus.

A quick yank and some

Near fall to the ground

As Mail is swallowed in

And flag stands up

Knocking some down

to the ground.

They coalesce as

temperatures drop

No longer fall

when mail time comes

They see many things

As winter's cold

Takes on an eerie

Stillness in the night

Christmas lights

blink as far as they can see.

Carolers walk by and sing their song

Daylight dawns and

Loud and angry plows

come by scooping up

their friends

to clean the road.

What a strange place, Indeed

The springtime sun

Warms them until

In tears they fall

And leave their mailbox home

To wet the land

and bathe the crocus

As they peek up strong

And full of life.

Kesti©

10-26-06