Morning

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

(Photo courtesy of Ken Sjodin Photography)

The early morning alarm calls

I answer

I rush to my quiet space

It is a sacred space

And a sacred time

For a couple of hours, I am alone

Alone with my thoughts,

Alone with my computer

And God

I write

 I think

  I mull

   I pray

    I ask

     I seek

      I review

       I write

Just me,

And God

How incredible is that?

And if I write a few words that touch you

Then I have done

What I came here to do

I love my mornings

Naked

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Naked, exposed

Showing the world your underbelly

Exposing your privates

Private thoughts, private talents

Private dreams and ideas

We are naked when we share

When we say, “I made this”

“I am at fault”

“I wanted to do this”

You can’t stay clothed forever

You should bring it out in the open

Sooner or later

You must expose yourself,

Your ideas, your talent

Even your mistakes

And when you do, and when we like

What we see

We celebrate your willingness

To be naked in front of all of us

Because then we see the beautiful you

The creative you

The thoughtful you

The amazing you

The honest you

Thank you for being naked

They Are Playing a Game

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

They are playing a game

Josh, Jacob and their Nanny

The chatter is constant

About nothing and everything

We’ve talked about the future

And school schedules,

Colds and the sniffles

Work problems, music

Everything

I’m sitting nearby listening

Watching, enjoying the view

As they play their game

As the tendrils of family stretch and reach

I love our grandkid relationships

I love how comfortable they are

When they come to our home

We are trusted and safe in their eyes

What a treasure,

To have our grandkids actually

Want to come for a visit

They are all good kids

All eight – so proud, so very proud