Trembling with grief, yet I remember with joy the happiness and good times we’ve had together.
Focusing on all the good memories, feeling past hugs touch my soul with love, as I endure this life without you.
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Lonely ringing, echoing throughout the halls of being – not catching or holding on to anything meaningful.
Silently set apart from those blinded by their own importance – standing always on the edge of discovery – someone little – someone small – someone learning the meaning of what life was meant to be.Knowledge beyond years hides quietly within, not daring to upset the scheme of things.
Reciting measures of melodies in my mind, regulating talent as it is portrayed deeply in musical sonatas filled with stories of life.
Taking down patterns of yesterday and replacing them with brightened florescence and darkened cavernous desires.
As the sun sets in the west, people are gathered together
Sitting on bleachers facing the arena, watching preparationsbeing made in front of them.Family, friends, strangers, all anticipating the beginningof roping to start.Wife, sitting in front, family behind her, husband’s stillin the hospital burn unit, knowing all of this is going onfor him.Announcement being made that in fifteen minutes, all willbegin.Last call for ropers as we…
Leaning sideways, keeping balance without falling or tipping over.
Tangling it in knots, as riding Harley’s, falling in line on the road to highways of freedom and justice.
Leaves blowing. Children swinging – noisy swings. Sun shining.
Sliding boards braced tightly to the ground.Sun heating steel top rungs and part where kids go down.Sandboxes sifting silently to themselves – no children within to imagine they’re something else.Playgrounds are a happy, lonely place when as an adult you return to them.