Forget it I said,
I’d rather be dead.
To go out with you,
I’d rather turn blue. Continue reading
As I sit here studying your picture,
Thoughts race through my mind.
I try to imagine what your life
Was like, when your light shined.
Here’s what happened: I went to bed the other night watching “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” (Jim Carrey version). When I woke up the next morning, I posted this to my facebook status:
A different kind of Christmas this year.
Along with laughter, I’ll probably shed a tear.
I so wish that you were here,
And hope you are somewhere near –
To enjoy the celebration with us.
How I miss you – Mrs. Christmas!
To borrow the words of the Grinch –
Oh no – I’m speaking in rhyme!
Somewhere between still awake and sweet sleep –
Before I drifted into the deep
An image came to my mind so crisp and clear –
I wondered if I were really here.
I saw him stumble into the room,
his body beaten, his eyes weary.
The crowd of men were mocking him,
I studied them, staying leery.
People moving to and fro, doing their work in the light, finishing the day and preparing for the next before day becomes night. When the lights go out, the dark comes in, and there is no telling what will happen then. Reality turns to fantasy. Reason becomes insane. Old monsters tucked away since childhood days, come out to play again. Continue reading
Thank you for the offer
But I’ll have to refuse
Company might be better
But I need time to process the news.
Today I will:
Laugh because I need to.
Find beauty because I want to.
Say I love you because I can.
I AM being nice,
I am, I am, I am.
Please understand
This is as nice as I can be.
If you’re expecting
Someone sweet (yuck!)
That is not me.