Finding a way

Patience, I wait for your call

Your text, your rant

I draw breath and smile

The words flow gently

Regardless of your anger


Kindness, I give this willingly to you

Despite the fact you hate

They are just words

The kinder I am to you

The less hatred you show.


Silence, time for you to speak

I will listen, hear and understand

Your words are important to me

The more you speak, the quieter I am

The calmer you become


Love, I give to you in abundance

Through smiles, kind words and patience

You don’t see the love yet,

You take it all from me

In time you will return it


You are difficult to me, to yourself

Your anger is portrayed in speech and actions

In time, it dissipates,

In time you hear me again

In time you will find your way

The question poem

Have you heard that croak in my throat?

Do you know what it is?

Can you make it go away?

Did you know the more I talk the worse it is?

Is this a frog in my throat that is croaking?

Do you know it is a frog?

Can you see if you look?

There isn’t a frog is there?

Can you see anything else?

You cant can you?

If it isn’t a frog what is it?

Can you see the croak?

Can you hear the croak?

When will it go away?

You don’t have a clue do you?

Do I have to wait for it to go away?

I shall be mighty glad when that frog and his croak have gone.