Someone is lust,
Caring and respecting is value.
2/12/2024

Love to Hate …..
Hate to Love ……

Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com

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Neither God nor the InterGossip seems to listen:
A question posed is answered with a sneer
Or a silence as cold as this late-autumn dusk
Or a relationship well into decay

You were my mother until I was forty-one.
I was fortunate and lucky to be your son.
December has arrived and Christmas is near.
Life would be better if you were still here.
You were the best woman that I've ever known.
But since you died, I've spent Christmases alone.
If you and I could share another Christmas, it would be great.
But you died over eleven years ago and it was a terrible fate.
I still miss you to this day and that is certainly true.
Have a Merry Christmas, Mom, everybody loves you.

I'm kinda ridiculous
I'm aware I play the fool
William Shakespeare in Staunton
And at Sage Ridge School

Fondly, fondly Reno
Open big blue sky
Rodeo, O rodeo!
Paul Simon: Lai la Lai!

You sing and call so sweetly,
Summoning me closer,
Into the folds of your arms.
The shadows of your bent head,
Tucked down close to mine,
Reflecting a comfort and safety
That I’ve never felt before.

The voice of the night is soft,
Welcoming, in a way
That you could never be.
And I love her, deeply,
But she could never be the night.
She is not you.