A Quiet Mind

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

When I quiet my mind

There is gold to find

My morning time

Helps redefine

What’s in my mind

The sounds of quiet time

They are oh so sublime

They call me from sleep

So, I make the leap

Into the arms of my quiet time

I have thoughts to think

I have concepts to link

When my mind is in sync

I think and rethink

The thoughts that I think

Thoughts are things

Thoughts can become king

They rise on wings

You can hear them sing

When good thoughts become things

So, dream your dreams

Look for gold that gleams

Our minds, it seems

Flow like streams

With ideas and thoughts and dreams

Grandsons

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We had three of our grandsons

          over for dinner tonight

Love was in the room

We talked a lot about nothing

We laughed

We smiled

We talked

We ate

We talked some more

We had our grandsons over for dinner tonight

They are growing up fast

They are becoming young men

TJ is twenty

Josh eighteen

Jacob thirteen

Wasn’t it yesterday

          they were only eight and ten

What will they become

Where will their lives’ take them

Will we always be this close

We hope … we dream it will be so …

Two are in college now

They are at our table doing homework

          as I write these words

I had to steal away and capture this moment

To see the maturity in each

          takes our breath away

To have adult conversations

          about life, and school

          and career possibilities

          well, that is pretty amazing

We had three of our grandsons

          over for dinner tonight

And it was very good

Meet Mary Jane

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Meet Mary Jane

My, she does reign

She has a brain

She doesn’t need a cane

You need to know Mary Jane

Meet Mary Jane

She’s not one to blame

For your aches and pains

She’ll get you to abstain

From anything that causes pain

Mary Jane is sane

She acts real tame

She speaks real plain

She never complains

She’s strong, that’s Mary Jane

Mary Jane never complains

She uses great restrain

She’s not one to profane

When it’s slow in the traffic lane

Mary Jane moved to Spain

She flew there on an airplane

She flew over Maine

Met a guy named Dewayne

And we’ll never see her again

Bye Bye Mary Jane