Tuesday, March 3, 2020



I sit in my little cottage 
Surrounded by meager possessions 
And you reign in your high castle 
Surrounded by your golden pretties

Many times I feel the hungry mouth 
Devouring me bit by bit
While you gobble up 
The meanest of my wants and needs

You dressed in your whites and
Me digging through the dark 
Searching for a glimmer
Knowing full well that you own the sun

Sometimes a shadow that I chase blindly
Illuminates my way
But you take my shadows
And turn them to profits to sell back to me

My days are numbered by the hours of labor
My body must endure 
While you count the cost of my
Meanest drudge by the returns it brings

Janice Kuykendall

THOMAS HENRY



If I could hold a moment forever 
I’d hold your heart next to mine 
As I cradle you in my arms
Whispering my unending love 

I cry tears of grief so sharp
They take my breath away 
I relive moments lost forever 
Over and over in my mind 

I took for granted 
That time was kind 
But time stops for no one
And I lost you way too soon

I was wrapped up in every day things
Never thinking 
That you would leave so soon
Never guessing that time was my enemy

If I could hold a moment forever
I would give you the love
I so selfishly held back
Thinking there would be another day 

I miss you every day 
And for the rest of my life
I will regret the things
I could and should have done

Dear sweet one, I love you 
You will live on in my heart and memory forever.

Janice Kuykendall

DAYBREAK





The day is just beginning 
All soft and gray
My breath fogs the air 
The ground is hard 
The grass crunches beneath my feet 
The clouds hang low
Pulled like cotton candy 
Across the sky
Then I see it
Pearly pink and orange 
Just tipping the horizon 
Beginning to spread 
A watercolor sky at first 
Then golden shafts 
Spread like honey 
As the sun peeps over the horizon 
Painting the East in glorious hues
Then climbing higher 
It sets the sky ablaze 
In a riot of radiant color 

Janice Kuykendall

SECRETS

 
There is a tree in the park
                                                      It’s old and scarred
But, oh the stories it knows
Of secrets carved
In it’s grey, gnarled trunk
The shade beneath it’s bough 
Is cool and inviting 
The wind whispers softly 
Stop and rest awhile 
My shadow slips away 
As I sit in the sweet grass 
My fingers trace the old wounds 
Initials captured in a heart 
The words of love
The vows we made 
I imagine I hear the old tree sigh
I remember you 
Your secrets I know
Your secrets I keep 

Janice Kuykendall