The hardest lesson has been that life is hard That’s only a problem when wanting it to be different than it is But once it is clear that life is hard Once it is accepted The clarity of the joys The spaces of peace The moments of release of how it should be Fleeting experiences of peace and tranquility In the midst of all that is The lesson will continue...
Remembering that first time Walking in the bathroom and seeing her bra hanging on the shower curtain, drying The memory jogged free today as I walked into the bathroom and ducked under her nightshirt hanging on the doorframe drying The feeling of joy at being in a relationship So fun in those early days Still fun and so very sweet today Randy Roberts October 19, 2019
Cynicism is an ocean I best not swim in But I often enjoy Dipping my toes in Randy Roberts February 23, 2025
We sit on a large rock Overlooking the river and The trail It’s the first warm day Many cyclists, runners, walkers And mothers with their children Fresh from school We sit on a large rock For the better part of an hour Unusual for her Generally pushing to walk We sit on a large rock Being still Resting Much as you rested Multiple times on this walk We sit on a large rock...
Age creeps up Unseen by the young Often unwatched by the middle-aged Until one day Long before we suspect its arrival It is there Randy Roberts October 2, 2017
I have lived So much of my life In anticipation Of your touch Randy Roberts November 8, 2017
The thought “It’ll get better” Is followed “No guarantee that’s correct” Then “But I’ll be kind and supportive to my best ability” Randy Roberts January 19, 2023
I love you more than I know how to express. But I’m going to keep trying. Randy Roberts March 6, 2019
landscape slides below interruption puffy white clouds becoming a sheet of frothy icing Randy Roberts May 6, 2017
She finishes her coffee pulls on layers and layers then tugs the scarf down smiles says “See you” leans over and kisses me My world warms in her love She walks out into the cold morning heading for home I sit in the coffee shop hearing the mix of chatter music work mostly oblivious lost in the comfort of her love for me Randy Roberts January 21, 2013