Bye Daddy

Its Friday evening headlights come shining up the drive. A little girl almost two runs to the window with excitement. Her daddy has arrived home after working out of town for a week, or two at a time. The front door opens, and daddy walks in, now the little girl rushes towards him with glee. Wrapping her arms around his legs in a loving embrace. He picks her up, and holds her asking how her week has been, and tells her he’s missed her, kissing the top of her head. He sits her down, as he’s walking to the hallway rounding the corner the little girl says bye daddy, and waves. He tries to hold back the tear in his eye, as that is the only thing the little girl has learned to say. The unfortunate fact of life, is when the job calls you must go. Where there’s work you must travel. You work to support your family too make sure they have food to eat, and clothes on their backs. Keeping them safe, and warm, while you are away. Each weekend you get to come home to spend time with your family, is one to be cherished.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

August Night

Lying on my back gazing up at the night sky. Tracing the stars with one finger. Playing connect the dots, forming constellations. A flaming streak shoots across the sky. A meter shower in mid August. The moon is new. The night is black. Sequin silver pin holes, flicker, flashing, twinkle, dazzle. Bright beacons reaching out to all who gaze up at the night sky, such as I .  With each streaking star, and each shimmer. A dream is sparked igniting hope filled hearts.

 

 

 

Jamie Whorton ©

26 riding the tide of time

26 riding the tide of time.

26 trying to discover what lie ahead.

26 figuring out who I am.

To anyone else 26 is just an ordinary number composed of symbols.

To me 26 is years I’ve walked the earth.

26 is sunrise and sunsets.

26 has come too fast, and soon it will pass.

26 knocking on 30.

Seems like 26 was just 18 wild, and full of steam.

Now,

26 you better form a plan.

26 you’re riding the tide of time, and that tide keeps rolling.

Never ceasing,

Never slowing,

It keeps on going.

Like a locomotive barreling down the tracks.

26 get your head out of the sand, you better form a plan.

 

 

Jamie Whorton ©

Birds melody

The smell of lilacs, and gardinas flow through the summer breeze. Bees buzz about. Landing on the sweet smelling flowers drinking in their nectar. Above the sky is a periwinkle shade of blue with streaming jet trails stretching wide, and fading from sight. Birds sing a melody. Keeping in tune with one another. Serenading all with their song.

 

-Jamie Whorton ©

Run fast

Black dog piercing yellow eyes. The crow flys letting out a cry.

Black night nothing, but moon light, lighting a dirt path.

Howls heard,

Heart racing fast.

Heavy foot steps running,

Running, gaining fast.

Out of breath, adrenalin pumping,

Keep running,

Keep running,

Black dog piercing yellow eyes is coming,

And coming fast.

 

 

– Jamie Whorton ©

The power of words from the heart of a true poet

Every written word captivating all until the last one is read. Taking the reader on a journey into the lives, and emotions of others. Capturing life’s most precious moments along with the emotional twists, and turns felt by the human soul. Understanding all emotions making them jump from the screen. Mesmerizing all who read. A true poet at soul. Each written word speaking to all who read. Taking them, and using them as their own. Touching the lives of others with the power of words.

 

– Jamie Whorton ©