Freedom
I am not a child
I do not need a babysitter
if you must
treat me like a teenager
I will text before I leave
I will text when I get there
I will text when I leave
I will text when I get home
and you don’t have to worry
and I get to be free
a little longer
Touch
The power of touch
they miss it
young and old
single or widowed
divorced
selfless touch
no expectation of anything in return
and they whisper
I forgot what it feels like
to be touched
At the end of a day
Let me close my eyes
at the end of a day
in the hills
doors open
breezes blow in
scent of pine
and clean
air has no unnatural smell here
and I hear an owl
calling in the trees
marking his territory
looking for dinner
as I drift off to sleep