Tuesday, November 22, 2011


She is always with me
Sometimes quiet, sometimes sad
She can be so very pleasant
And she can be so very bad

All my life I have spent with her
She’s there each place I go
There are times she’s full of laughter
Many times that is not so

For she seems a darker creature
Full of self and unconcern
Always thinking of the wrong things
Regardless of the truths we learn

She is cute in her own way tho
That’s her strongest trait so far
I can’t even quite control her
That is why, we are where we are

Now we’re fighting for control here
First it’s her and then it’s me
People never see this struggle
For it’s inside where none can see

But some day one will be stronger
Yet the world will never know
When the one becomes a winner
Then the other one must go

How I’ll miss these little battles
But the strangest thing might be
Not me who is the winner
But the winner might be she

D. Rennich             I.M.Forever             11-26-1992

Monday, November 7, 2011

A Winters Day

The first snow of winter
Like feathers from the sky
The children are delighted
As they watch them floating by

Each one a separate masterpiece
Made by a loving hand
Sparkling white, crisp and clean
As they fall upon the land

Morning goes by, the storm subsides
The children come out to play
There's angels to make and sleds to ride
On this first winters day

All bundled in coats and snow pants
With gloves and caps that match
They run and jump with their hands outstretched
For the snowflake they hope to catch

On one little hand a snowflake falls
But it quickly goes away
Back to the sky, back to the clouds
To be a snowflake, on another Winters Day