Heart on her Sleeve
A blog allowing me to let out everything bottled up and free my creativity
Permalink
Moon
I never really knew you,
and yet you mean so much.
Stories told of how much
you loved me and cared.
Stories of war and of fighting illness.
I may not remember you
but i can still love you.
You were the father of my dad,
the husband to my grandmother,
and the grandfather to me.
I know you had wished that
I’d been born male,
but you loved unconditionally.
You played with me
and agreed to whatever
came out of my mouth.
When i was three,
you went to sleep.
Even though i cant remember a thing,
i ask grandmother questions
and remake memories with you,
even see you through the moon.
Roscoe Mathieson Van Horne.
I know how much you loved me,
and like all loved ones who went to heaven,
I know you are watching over me thinking,
“What is she doing?” and “what is she saying.”
Loving me still.
I love you Moon.
I love you Grandpa.
~B V H 2/25/2011
Permalink
Hesitation (original poem by me)
I hesitate,
avoid your face.
Give you my cheek,
all i’ll allow you to take.
Butterflies whisper,
you’ve made a mistake.
Multiple times i’ve shied away,
scared to take the plunge.
Fluttering wings,
caress my face.
Gently moving
into place.
Soft and sweet,
careful as a rose.
Yet passionate
like a poem
set in stone.
~B V H 9/27/2010
Permalink
Your ________ (original poem by me)
Even though we’re miles apart
I still feel you near,
Your hand gently guiding
My lips to yours.
Your arms wrapped around me as we sleep.
Your slow,
Deep breaths and sighs
Gliding down my neck.
Your eyes staring at me
Searching my face
For the slightest hint
That i may be second guessing you,
That you may not be good enough for me,
Whilst i’m doing the same to you.
Your voice, strong, and caring
Sharing your thoughts and history
Letting me into your life.
Trusting me with your heart.
Although your heart may not be with me anymore,
Mine will always be with you,
Where ever you may be.
~B V H 10/17/2011
