A friend had surgery … and many told her she was their prayers. These are the result
She may not know it,/
But hundreds of knees have bent/
For her to be blessed.
She said: Ok now don’t you make me cry !!
Tears are mere symbols /
that our emotional cups /
are overflowing.
Walking always gives/
me time to deeply ponder/
vital questions I have.
If you stay on the/
marked paths, you won’t slip, stumble,/
fall, and hurt yourself.
T’was a few nights before Christmas
and I was feeling
sorry for myself,
seeing all my friends
and relations
surrounded by kids
and grandkids,
hugging each other,
decorating the houses,
trimming the trees,
making Christmas cookies,
fudge,
candy,
and other
wonderful
treats,
filling their homes
with the joyful laughter,
singing,
and sweet smells
of the season.
Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.
?
Cut down the Sword of/
Damocles. Do what you should./
Make room for awesome.
Or
Cut down Damocles’/
sword. Do what you need to do./
Make room for awesome.
If you’re looking for/
a friend for the holidays,/
please consider me!
You can rail and scream/
and yell against me, or you/
can just pray for me.
She says I have an/
eye for the amazing. Why/
then don’t I see her?
She sat in the middle-of-a-cornfield,
Up-on-the-Hill ,
Blues bar,
listening,
slow dancing,
sharing that loneliness drink,
(So much better
than drinking alone.)
One wondered how she,
blonde beauty,
could ever be left
weekend alone;
how her kind, caring
intelligence
and deep soul
would not draw someone
smart enough
to be kind and caring,
deeply,
always.
When he learned how she was,
he asked,
because she shouldn’t be
alone
as she was,
and he knew he
could change that
and her.
Because when she says she’s “sort of seeing someone”,
she’s admitting that she’s also kind of not.