Simple Treasures

Simple Treasures

Caught somewhere between fragile and strong. It kind of feels like the grace of flying as you’re tripping over your shoelace.

She said, I have to go now,
my time here is over
Then she whispered softly,
Time will ease your pain,
Life’s about changing,
Nothing ever stays the same.
And she said,
How can I help you to say goodbye
It’s OK to hurt, and it’s OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye
-Patty Loveless

Monica taught me how to survive, because above all things she was a survivor. She was fearless in all of her pursuits, even if we all knew it was a bad decision. She was brave and courageous, she had to face things I could never dream about and she was graceful in that regard, she didn’t speak of it. She spent most of her life being tough, fighting battles that weren’t hers or battles she didn’t even know about. I’ll admit I was a classic little sister hiding behind her muscle and reputation. Monica gave me much more than material gifts she gave me confidence.

When she loved, she loved passionately, intensely, and boldly. She was our protector and she had so many qualities that I wish I had.

I guess from what I’ve experienced, it’s better to feel, than to be numb.

Random memories soar through my mind all the time. I can imagine a blue ’74 Ford and think it was her driving. I picture her telling me when to shift as she pushed in the clutch and as we took corners too fast. Shania Twain’s “whose bed have your boots been under” blaring in the speakers. So funny, her memory will never fade.

I don’t know that I’d call her a ghost of my memory, but rather my angel of recollection. She’s one of my life’s treasures that I love to share.

Happy 38th!

-kristin l. cook


Dust Settles, I won’t.

Dust Settles, I won’t.

Born to a world,
trapped in a cage.
with clipped wings,
and a passion to fly.
Dreaming of the wind,
Soaring at new heights,
The spirit of an eagle,
But the life of a lovebird

kristin l. cook


This particular poem was inspired by a past relationship.

He was “Reaching” and I was “Settling” although it didn’t feel that way at the time. He told me “if you weren’t with me, I could see you being anywhere, Paris, Montana, anywhere but Corning.”

I guess I was unaware of the potential and natural ambition inside me.
And it’s true, we learn the most about ourselves when we only have ourselves to spend time with. We learn, we grow, we make the impossible, possible, and we live again.



She was a storm 
that kept you calm
a passionate challenge and defeat

She was unpredictable
like lightning 
igniting your fire
and keeping you awestruck

She was forceful
like a tornado
sweeping through your mind
captivating your thoughts

She was intense
like a blizzard
making you anxious 
for the warmth of her body

She was dangerous
like a hurricane
flooding your soul
and stealing your heart

She would let you drown
so she could save you with her kiss.

-kristin l. cook

It’s your life…

she became cold to her surroundings
her survival method was frowning
fighting for everyone’s happiness 
and only known for haughtiness

she was numb to normal
chaos felt cordial
hiding behind frozen eyes
she’s been told endless lies

everything she hoped for,
everything she dreamed,
only made her a working fiend
and it was never for greed

she lost her spark, 
and her world turned dark,
she challenged her morals,
she confronted her spirit,
she lacked her smile, 
and that’s not her style.

She was desperately broken,
Wisely unspoken,
Questioning devotion,
and just going through the motions.

Strong enough to choose,
Smart enough to justify, 
and brave enough to gamble.

– kristin l. cook


Finding My Cornerstone

Finding My Cornerstone

Is it disappointment or dismay?
Have my emotions turned grey?
I hear you talking behind my back
But I act like an amnesiac.
I carry a social demand,
that many can’t withstand.
They say the hardest walks 
are the paths stepped alone
But don’t worry about me,
I’ll be at my cornerstone. 
I’m building a foundation, 
there is no time for toleration. 
You look at me,
call me crazy,
call me mad, 
Busco el amor en amistad

– kristin l. cook


The cornerstone (or foundation stone) concept is derived from the first stone set in the construction of a masonry foundation, important since all other stones will be set in reference to this stone, thus determining the position of the entire structure.

Busco el amor en amistad means “finding love in friendship”

Young Love

I stumble on my voice
and trip on my words
your name escapes my mouth
and my tongue carries dried spit. Sweat falls from my brow
and my palms become wet because only you can manipulate my body, soul and mind. Leaving me breathless and awake
As my heart thirsts for your smile.

– kristin l. cook