A place to show my work
Each day I rise with courage strong,
Facing the world, where I belong.
Through ups and downs, I stand tall,
Braving the moments, I won’t fall.
With every challenge, I find my way,
Fighting through colors of night and day.
Courage within, like a light so bright,
Guiding me forward, through every fight.
Every day is the same,
Nothing new, just a frame.
In routines, we find our way,
Yet within, sparks long to play.
Everyday moments softly blend,
Time drifts on, around the bend.
In the silence, dreams may bloom,
Breaking free from this dull room.
In the middle-aged days, life starts to slow,
With wisdom and laughter in the moments we sow.
Dreams once so bright now have softened their glow,
Yet love and memories continue to grow.
We cherish the times, both the highs and the lows,
Finding joy in the journey, as our story flows.
With every grey hair, new stories unfold,
In the middle-aged chapter, life’s treasures are told.
In the sky, the clouds drift slow,
The sunlight peeks, then starts to glow.
A chance of rain, a chance of cheer,
Nature’s whispers, loud and clear.
The forecast changes, day by day,
Sometimes stormy, sometimes play.
Yet through it all, we find our way,
Embracing each new dawn’s display.
So let the winds and weather flow,
With open hearts, we’ll bravely grow.
No matter what tomorrow brings,
In every forecast, joy still sings.
In a quiet space where ideas bloom,
I pick up my tools to chase away gloom.
With a heart full of dreams, I start to craft,
Colors and shapes, like a joyful draft.
A canvas waits, all blank and bright,
Whispers of stories in morning light.
With each gentle stroke, the magic begins,
A world comes alive, where my heart spins.
Clay in my hands, soft and warm,
I shape the future, I bend and form.
With every small detail, my spirit sings,
Creating with love, oh the joy it brings!
Beads and threads, I tie and weave,
Patterns of memories, in hopes I believe.
With patience and care, I find my way,
Crafting my piece, day by day.
Each artwork tells a piece of my soul,
A journey of passion, a feeling of whole.
So here I will stand, proud of my heart,
In every creation, there lies my craft.
Take a breath, don’t yell or shout,
Ranting and raving won’t help you out.
What you want may seem so far,
But keep on trying, you’ll find your star.
Though answers may not come today,
At least you’ve shown a human way.
In every step, let kindness lead,
For even small acts can plant a seed.
So gather strength, give it a go,
Even if the path feels slow.
You might not get all that you seek,
But in being real, you’ll find what’s unique.
Tim-Tim needed a win-win,
Down on luck, he wore a grin.
With hopes held high, he took a chance,
In kindness found, he’d start to dance.
A helping hand, a brighter day,
Together they’d pave a new way.
For in the give, he’d find his way,
Turning struggles into play.
Mary received a special gift
In hopes of lifting her spirits,
For she had been feeling down,
And her friends wanted to cheer her up.
In a garden bright and splendid,
Where the sun shines, rays are blended.
Flowers bloom with colors fair,
Petals dancing in the air.
Birds sing sweetly from the trees,
Whispers carried by the breeze.
Every leaf, a story told,
Nature’s beauty, pure as gold.
Clouds drift softly, white and light,
As day slips gently into night.
In this world, so calm and free,
Splendid peace surrounds me.
Scattered thoughts swirl in my mind,
A tangled web, hard to unwind.
Life feels challenging, a constant race,
But I’ll find my path, I’ll find my place.
One step at a time, I’ll learn to see,
With focus and patience, I’ll set my mind free.
Though chaos may reign and shadows may play,
I’ll gather my thoughts and find my own way.
In the morning light so bright,
I wish you good luck, hold on tight.
With every step, face your fears,
Let joy replace all your tears.
The road may twist, the path may bend,
But brave hearts always find a friend.
So take a breath, let hope spark,
And carry on, you’ll leave your mark.
WIn the kitchen, there’s a quirky ritual,
I sing to my toast, it’s quite habitual.
I pour the jam with a flourish and spin,
Pretending I’m a chef with a grand, silly grin.
My dog joins in with a barking dance,
As I juggle my eggs, you won’t get a chance!
I drop one on the floor, and oh, what a sight,
Eggs splatter and roll, it’s a breakfast delight!
With cereal flying and milk in my hair,
My morning routine is beyond compare.
If you ever peek in, don’t judge my thrill,
It’s just my funny breakfast ritual!
Amidst the shadows, the hours collide,
Lights flicker softly, illuminating dreams.
Laughter and whispers, secrets confide,
Nocturnal journeys, or so it seems.
Inviting the stars to join in our plight,
Gathered together, hearts full of fire,
Holding the moment, we’ll cherish the night,
Time slips away, yet we never tire.
Echoes of laughter, a symphony sweet,
Reveling in memories, an all-nighter’s feat.
There once was a fellow named Logan,
Whose ideas turned into a slogan.
With a wink and a smile,
He made crowds stay awhile,
In his town, creativity’s golden!
In the dark when hope feels small,
Whisper softly, hear the call.
When the road seems rough and long,
Hold on tight, be brave, be strong.
Through the storms and skies so gray,
Keep your heart and fears at bay.
For in the end, when shadows part,
You will find joy in your heart.
So when the days are filled with strife,
Just remember, have faith in life.
M.A.D. Works 