Thursday, May 22, 2014

My Son

My Son

The pitter-patter of your feet echoes.
Your laughter travels with the wind.
My son, my son;
I can still hear you.

Wherever I go, you are there.
Your smile lights up the world.
My son, my son;
I can still see you.

Food on your cheeks, dirt on your neck;
Your sweet kisses heal my soul.
My son, my son;
I can still taste you.

A hard day of play, a clean bath to wash it away;
Your aroma reminds me of home.
My son, my son;
I can still smell you.

The warm embrace of your daily hugs linger;
Your soft little hand in mine.
My son, my son;
I can still feel you.

In loving memory of Chance Konkler

Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


Texas State Penitentiary at Huntsville – Parking Lot

I never thought this day would come. For 16 years I've waited to see justice served to the man who murdered my husband. For 16 years I've carried this burden. It nearly killed me, but that wasn't the worst of it. Death would have been a welcomed release from the torment I suffered. I thought about it often. I even tried a few times, but was too much of a coward to do it right.

Sunday, May 11, 2014



You are the reason I’m here, the reason I exist.
Your eyes spill wonder; wide open and full of life.
Your heart beats thunder.

You led me through adversity, through the mist.
Your loving hands both guided and held me dear.
Your foes cast asunder.

You are the definition of true love, the only.
Your presence lifts spirits and deflates hatred.
Your love extends further.

You are ever-present; I can never be lonely.
Your soul transcends space and time; benevolence.
You are my Mother.

Rest in Peace
Myrtle Lee Walker
Nov. 7th, 1934 - June 6th 1989

Michael A. Walker
Defying Procrastination

Is there a special Mother you're celebrating and missing today?

Thursday, May 1, 2014


The Pier by Scott Leeson
Michael sat at the end of the pier contemplating his life; where he had been and where he was going. The mid-afternoon sun reflecting off the ripples in the water reminded him how life was like those tiny undulations, filled with highs and lows racing towards the inevitable end. At their peak, the sun reflected off them so beautifully, bringing to light everything that was right in the world - but in the valleys, the valleys were dark and foreboding. The shadows were where bad things happened. Michael didn’t care much for the valleys, but realized they were as much a part of life as when the waves would eventually crash against the shore; unavoidable.