Cita Klocksieben

Rowland Heights, California, USA

One's inner equilibrium emanates and can't help but touch those around you, even through time and space.

Song For Ailene

Amid the hustle and the bustle
Ingrained is the mettle
Lovingly, so diligently crafted
Efflorescence perfected
Nigh is the laughter
Everdearest daughter.
To see you back-tuck, kip and cast
Hand stand, do the hand spring
Elevate the round-off back hand spring
Reel that full twisting double back
Enjoy your double back pike
Split leap, stag leap
Every aerial is oh so neat.
Beam and bar
And vault and floor
No, please don't topple
Zoom in, focus, do the tumble
Only that why once more
Naught is forevermore.

To Thee

Caressing
Arresting
Robustly enhancing
Life's own mystery
In it's silent memory.
In flight the lark
Longs for thee
On wings of song
Vibrantly
Embracing thee.
Yondering valley a soul
Offering thy own
Undying emotion
Totally unmindful
Of a void
Only thou can fill.

Magic Moments

The sound of pitter patter
Of teeny weeny feet
The rustling of the covers
Arouse me from my sleep.
The gentle kiss you plant on my cheek
The warm embrace as you cuddle close
And gleefully announce "the sun is up!
Mom, get up!"
The squeal of delight
As you chase the furry cat
Then imprison her within your arms
Magic moments, I hold them in my heart.
The sleep now gone from my eyes
I grope in my bed and drag myself across the room
To face the battles of the day
At noon, I would be so worn
My energy would run low
While yours seem like at all times high
When evening comes you'll say
The sun is asleep, the moon is up
Mom, I want to stay up!
Precious moments, these terrible threes
Still, these magic moments
Forever will stay in my heart.