WHEN I WAS NOTHING
Some time ago it was that i was not here, when i was nothing,
There was no me, i may have existed in a waiting world of the unborn.
When i was nothing there was no pain, no name to be called as i had no breath
I may have had a spirit and soul, not yet known to a mother and father not known.
When i was nothing there was something waiting out there for me, for my eyes to see,
Where was i when i was not me, a thought in the minds of my parents to be.
We start out nothing to be, become flesh and blood, a heart with a name,
The time will come when our days are done, back to nothing from once i was.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Reblogged this on PotsandPoetry and commented:
I love this for reasons I don’t understand and I feel I should reblog so I can read it again.
Hi Keith. Now I like your poem. Thank you so much for liking my poem ‘ Warming!’ Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
121 Curves to Happiness*
Dad’s open-air, safety strapless fire engine
hauls seven kids, two adults to Roseland on a
mid-June circa sixty eight birthday afternoon.
Skee-ball champ trades high-score stubs
for a ticket to the moon.
Sunfish sailors return refreshed after a tacky
morning. Lisa and Gigi got what they wanted
in a boat gliding through lily pads.
Here* our bond grows playing monopoly:
two Moms, one Son and two Dads.
Dry your tears, rejoin friends, value time,
honor your blessings, follow your dreams.
Young spirit meets old, walls tumble, no
man can distinguish celestial streams
in time to reverse economic collapse.
James lights up the room laughing,
deep in schadenfreud, joined by Dad
and Mom in bankruptcy court, destroyed
by money-bags, the infamous
railroad tycoon, locomotives deployed.
*There are 121 curves on Route 64 from Brevard to
Back Nine Lane near Cashiers. The Christmas monopoly
game (2010) is held at 345 Back Nine Lane causing
memories of Canandaigua, fire engines and old friends.