~for the wild child, daughter, wife, mother~



I am drifting into the tender part of the night, when deceit is pointless, and I argue with conviction within myself that in our lives that it will never be too late, but I know I contradict my prior musing...somewhere between the fact that time is a wasting commodity, precocious and precious, lives this idea within, that there is nothing that cannot be navigated, recompensed,  even forgiven...

the argument goes on, the tide of battle switching back and forth, and for now I must be satisfied with the meagerness of I can’t give up, be at ease by acknowledging defeat, not just yet, and the fast arrival of a clean slate is a chance, a draw, a ticket to ride, and,

reaching

is a wonderful idea, full of compromise, out and in, extra effort, and tomorrow I may yet teach one of us, even myself, by reaching inside of what churns within, and then have the perfect words you require, for a desperate need, and a comforting that comes forth easily

"Step on a crack
Brake your mothers back
Step on a line
You will break her spine"
But what happens if
You don't move to the side

Winter falls upon you
Like the icy morning dew
That freezes in your surface
A shield of unimportance.

Your back hurts from the frost
Bitten you ignore the sense at last
Shed from strain of polite games
Under that cover that is your age.

But the white fluf speckles that walse
On their labirintic ways to the grounds
Will turn grey as your hair and melt
Before you feel their Christmas sound.

You are free but so alone
In this unforgiving tone.

Let the distractions lie..
Know they are also made
Of that which we truly Are..
But for now..there is need
To surrender and quietly
Taste the Purity and the
Transparency of that which
We originally Are..before
The distractions seemed to
Direct our paths through
Circuitous and frustrating
Byways...

Sunny rays awaken me
Cat's a purrin
Teas a whistilin
Time to start the day
Birds are flyin
Squirrels tagging
Nature's sweet display
People lovin people sharin
Set the world ablaze

She used to have a lilting tone
In her voice when she spoke
I remember the sparkle
In her eyes
That used to gleam
There was so much about her
That used to be so
So bright
So lovely
So kind
So creative
So
So
So
Not what she is now

12/6/2019

I use a suppression
To the ADD
I call it depression

12/13/2019

Yesteryears!
That's what you get for living a life.
A life like a city, in a city.
You get the rushed parts, the gardens, cafés and ice cream parlors.
You also get the schools, markets and the clinics for the hurt.
Yesteryears! That's all you ever going to be needing for living a life.