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the wolf wrote:

1x1

it’s cold in here
alone
overbearing
but I’ve misplaced the key
to the lock on the chains
I’ve wrapped myself in
as the blood pools on the kitchen tile
I hear you laugh
unknowing,….
maybe uncaring ?
it pains me to know I’ll never
hear your laugh again




I sit alone, bandages soaked through,
pulling feathers from an angels wing
one by one

nice to have you here

Waiting Room Collage

Chairs filled as far as I can see,
the air is stagnant from the closeness.

An anxious boredom hangs.

It is surrounding me and
there is almost no room to breathe.

In my lap
I see my journey.

It is mostly yellow.

As I turn the pages
the years fall into place.

There are sun filled beaches,
daffodils and blonde hair.

Golden friends, far and away places
and a time that is just out of view.

Turn the page and the newspaper clippings fall.
I can not put them right
as I let them slowly float to the floor.

Next a page of mementos
and I sigh in relief.
A fuzzy homemade pocketbook
holds something special
for someone special.

Slide it out
and hold it to my heart.

I can breathe again.

justam wrote:

Here's one-->


(A purple love song in F Major)

I'll be loving you
(oh my honey)
I'll be loving you
(oh my darlin')
I'll be loving you
(till my life is through)


Oh it doesn't matter how
oh it doesn't matter when
If I see you there, then I want you!

I love this...like a bee to nectar...love makes the world go round
Thanks justam

Living Gratitude (Thanksgiving 2009)


To my left my son..."I'm thankful that Mom's a good cook!"
I smile, expecting the words I have heard each year for more than I can count.

To my right, my dear Husband..."Hey you used my 'thankful for' .......better come back to me"
leaving a playful wink for us as he fills the wine glasses.

Across the table my daughter rolls her eyes at Daddy's familiar line,
she adds
"I'm thankful that this semester is almost over'' and enjoys a well earned sigh.

Next her beau, unfamiliar with the games but always a good sport,
is deep in nervous thought.
He glances at my son and says shyly "yeah I was gonna say that too"
then quickly adds "I'm thankful I got a deer!"
The hypocrisy of the meat eaters meet the hunter on this Thanksgiving.
The mindset is not shared but the challenge understood,
this young man kills with a bow. This brings a respectful nod from us all.

In the few seconds that follow my eyes drift past the young couple
to the twinkling Christmas lights on the front porch and my mind drifts to a previous year.

I hear my sobs echo my daughters in the pre dawn light, as I hide from the day to come.
I am returned once again to the ER.
To the screams, to the horrific accident that happened days after Thanksgiving.
The forklift accident that, just as easily could have snapped her neck,
though by Gods grace, has left her body compromised but her spirit strong.

A young woman who will fight fiercely for what she wants and for what she thinks is right.
A compassion in her heart that only comes from living the pain and knowing the fear.
Our green eyes meet, a reflection of my own.
I close my eyes in silent gratitude,
'Thank you Lord for not taking my baby' the words a common chant now,
most especially this time of year.

All eyes on the Mama as I look around the small Thanksgiving table,
lovely faces lit by candlelight.

I hear Charlie's labored breathing behind Daddy's chair
and I glance over to the front hall to see Lucy bomb waiting patiently for a plate.
A plate filled with the delicious smells that have filled our warm home all day.
The other doggies are out of sight, but not far I know, their anticipation is great.
It is the doggies favorite holiday...
I smile remembering my Jakey and his shoelace drools of the past,
that a Thanksgiving laugh missed this year.

It is my turn now for the familiar words,
'I am thankful we are all together'
feeling each word in my heart stronger with each passing year.
' now lets eat and see if you all have something still to be thankful for.'

The room is filled with the clinking of silver and the sounds of the happy eaters.
My precious daughter smiles across the table
"Oh Mama it is sooo delicious, thank you"

Her young man, mouth full, nodding in appreciation, while adding another forkful.

My son smiles proudly "That's my Mom" between bites and a squeeze to my shoulder.

And my Husband lifts his glass to mine and says
"To us all, to our love and to another damn fine Thanksgiving!"

And then the words in my head repeat the sentiment ....
'Thank you for this life and this love.'