Angel Birthday

No wrinkles,

no lines,

or grays.

Just that smirky

smile,

and her

little leftover wink

remain.

We celebrated our

days together,

hers just a day before

mine.

Always...

a big splurge!

A creamy bakery cake...

lemon-filled

of course,

and in good times...

Dinner out

at a real restaurant...

with waiters,

and tablecloths,

and red leather

booths!

So today,

that day before

mine...

I'm remembering,

and sending

a little wink

her way.

I'm sure wherever

she is...

there's whipped cream,

and lemon...

and lots

of licorice,

and laughter

too!

The Wind Blows

The door 

slammed,

but went

unnoticed 

at first,

amid the clatter,

the raucous

laughter

inside, 

it came.

Footsteps

that scurried

toward

the door, 

were 

silenced and

rebuffed.

Laughter was

made silent too,

for there

was a newer,

more somber 

mood.

Grim news 

had come,

and stayed 

a while too.

But then…

after a bit,

a hopeful

smile, 

a giggle,

a wink...and a nod,

And 

darkness

lost its grip.

And it

was spring 

once more.

The wind

swung 

that door wide,

Leaving

winter's darkness

outside.

But inside,

the laughter

always

remains.

© gaellynch, 2009