Footnotes * While Passing By


Every shooting star

that travels cross the sky

Seeks to grant one wish

before its light has died.


Every dawn of day

that echoes through the years

May have brought you joy

or may have brought you tears.


Every fallen leaf

that graces sacred ground,

Gave us summer shade

before its falling down.


Every newborn breath

is one more question asked,

To be a better world

and is our major task.


Every line and wrinkle

has earned its rightful place

They’re the stories of my soul

that are written on my face…


Sharon Frye