Doves in the morning
And blackberry jam
Puzzle pieces
Of who I am.
Lightning bugs in a jar
And fresh dew on grass
Lifelines I cling to
Out of my past.
Long hot summers
And cool hardwood floors
I pick off the shelf
From my memory stores.
Childhood days
Then a wildwood phase
And life turned
Into strife.
Happiness in.
Happiness out.
"Is somebody there?"
I shout.
I'm making mistakes
And have no eraser
Life's going too fast.
I need a pacer!
But there is one way
To find who I am
Doves in the morning
And blackberry jam.
