I find that I’m more nostalgic these days,
And wonder if it’s simply part of getting older?
Or is it a sign of the times?
With evil getting bolder,
And committing further crimes?
I find myself feeling ever more grateful,
For each moment idling hours ‘way with fam’ly:
The one that I got to help create;
And, for now, sit happily,
Before it becomes too late,
And we rise and disperse unto fate.
K. Aldaya, 2/25/22
Your presence brings me so much joy.
The smile on your face.
The stars in your eyes.
I can not place,
Such a prize.
You are my life and my meaning.
I wake to greet you.
Each day is a gift,
When spent with you;
And loads lift.
With you, time no longer exists.
It stands still,…waiting,
For moments to pass;
While the world moves on, debating,
Time’s length and mass,…
Which I feel justified stating,…
Is endless, with you.
K. Aldaya, 1/13/20
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I’d have been a good daughter,
If I’d have had your love.
I’d have done anything for you,
If I’d have had your love.
I could have endured anything,
If I’d have had your love.
It all would have been okay,
If I’d have had your love.
If I’d have had your love…
…It would have been enough.
K. Aldaya, 6/17/18
The floorboards creak…
Titter-totter. Titter-totter.
This place is home,
So what’s the matter?
What’s the matter?
Doors move and squeak…
Shriek-shriek. Shriek-shriek.
This place is home,
So why sneak?
Creak-Creak.
The windows jolt.
Rattle-clatter. Rattle-clatter.
This place is home,
So where’s the chatter?
What’s the matter?
The stairs settle…
Whisper-whisper. Whisper-whisper.
No one is home,
But they were…
They were……………
K. Aldaya, 1/25/18
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We used to be good friends and confidants,
Yet just like us, youth grows old, tired, and weary;
It changes, grows gray, and wrinkles,
In the sun of the today’s we dearly…
Cling on to.
Remember all those days spent together?
Under warm summer skies we rode bikes to the wind…
Blowing carelessly with our hopes.
Now we can’t go back. We can’t rescind…
Our choices.
Think of me some day when we’re old and gray,
And this fast world no longer pulls us to and fro.
Give me just one small little thought.
Think of when we walked side by side and go…
Fearlessly…
Toward the light…..
K. Aldaya, 9/29/16
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 