Which advice would you take,
if you could choose just one?
Would you decide to be careful,
Or to go and love someone?
Would you always remember?
Or would you relax, and forgive?
There is only one choice,
Would you survive or live?
©B L Costello 2019

On bended knees,
She acknowledged the loss,
Blessing herself with the sign of the cross,
So many candles,
And still it was dim,
No ritual could replace him,
Alone she prayed,
Comforting words,
She wondered who will pray for her,
No flame could brighten,
No words to say… could ever bring back what is taken away,
The loss alone, is hers to bare,
No children left,
No stories to share,
She thought of the rest,
She wondered, who heard?
So she lit more candle, and said more words

I've slipped before,
I should have took ice,
But I took your hand,
I thought you were nice,
I saw stars but could not see,
Just how injurious you could  be
I thought our meeting was part of God's plan,
I got on my feet,
Then I helped you to stand,
My friends judge,
They call me "crazy",
I just never thought you'd get so lazy,
Now I live with the pain,
I'm still confused,
I wanted more,
But what can I do?
I hit my head when I fell for you

' I found my first grey ***** hair " my husband said today
His voice was soft and full of dread - I had to look away.
We sat in silence very still - you could have heard a penny
I didn't know quite what to say so said " I don't have any "
" Today at noon I went for lunch " he quietly replied
" The hair was in my bagel "
I laughed until I cried.