Tuesday, March 18, 2008


I don’t know how that pass
Ended up inside my passport
It wasn’t suppose to be there
It wasn’t for you to see

But since you didn’t make
Any comments or asked
Any questions about it
It probably means that
You did see it

I am not an
Ill-mannered person
I will give you the courtesy
To partake

This means
I would like to
Invite you
To the show

This is nothing to be afraid of
I have taken my love-ones
Something I would not do
If I thought they were subject
To any harm

I have to admit
I kind of like the way
You call me “Sir”
It tickles my fancy

I think you will
Make for good company
Then you
The children
And I
Can laugh
In unison
As we watch
The screen

Monday, March 17, 2008


The telephone rings
I pick up the receiver
There’s silence
And I think of you

Wrapped in silence
Involved in silence

I hang up
As gently
As I can
As if I was
Caressing your
Lovely face