Roses in January

Roses in January

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

We went to Hawaii in September.

I’m remembering those times in January.

I got my dream bicycle when I was nine.

I remember it 61 years later in January.

I’ve met and rubbed elbows

with a few ‘heroes’ of mine

down through the years.

Three of them are gone now,

But I remember them today, in January.

Their essence, their kindness,

their patience and words

have stayed with me all these years.

I’m having roses as if freshly picked

simply because I have memories

of days and times and people

of yesterday.

Memories are, indeed

roses on a cold January evening.

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Becoming You

Becoming You

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

Are you becoming you,

as you pass through

this sphere called earth?

The longer I live,

the more I want to give

of what I do best.

I’ve stopped rainbow chasing,

I’m getting good at facing

my best side, my strong side.

When God looks at me,

I want Him to see

the best Me I could ever be!

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Originals by P Michael Biggs

The Old Ford Is Dead

The Old Ford Is Dead

© 2019 by P Michael Biggs

My Ford is dying.

I ain’t lying.

We’re giving it away,

that’s sad to say.

It lasted eighteen years

and took us from there to here

And now, there it sits.

It no longer fits

It was reliable.

That’s undeniable.

We fixed what broke

and always said we’d have it

till it croaked.

It croaked.

It’s broke.

Its usefulness has been revoked.

We now make room

for a good one we presume

but for now, we say ‘Thank you’.

You gave us wings and we flew.

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Originals by P Michael Biggs