Sun Visors

Let me not look on past grievances,
or current strifes,
let me remember the little girl
at the bear jamoboree,
and the love and the generosity,
the selflessness of heart,
that you so bravely gave.
To make a life beautiful
and bring memories that fill the cavity,
on empty nights.
That shine a warmness,
that hits like an exploding ray
of thank you so much,
you put everything on the line,
to be what you are to me.
~Jenny Miller

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone. Robert Frost

Chicken Little

Chicken little woke up one morning,
and said, oh my god the sky is falling,
falling–on my head.

He ran around in circles,
flapping his wings,
shouting and lamenting
all sorts of things.

Meanwhile the farmer in the dell,
was plucking feathers from his friends,
Frying them up in his old frying pan,
he was a crispy skin kinda man.

Chicken little ran and ran,
instead of taking a look around,
and doing what he can.

After all, chickens must grow up some day.
And put in their time and take home their pay.
And for the new chickens make way.

And the sky did fall on poor chicken littles head,
and sorry to say, he wound up dead,
but not from the crush of the weight of the sky,
after all sky is just air to you and I.
But his end did come
from all those circles he done run.

~Jenny Miller

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Those were the good days,
it was constantly fall and I was young.
Walking in the garden with you, in the rain,
with your heavy accent.
I was taller, I wore blazers, I was in love.
Mistrust was picked up by a breeze in an instant,
and carried away.
The piano softly played, the scent of mulberry candles
surrounded everything.
My home was comfortable and dark.
But there was a spark, a spark in my spirit,
and in my heart, that lit up my life, from the inside.
Even in hours of sadness, I had this light.
After years of fading, it is back again,
slowly coming in, like a star whose light takes
thousands of years to get here.
~Jenny