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cowgirls don‘t ride sidesaddle
unless they completely skedaddle
but even then, since their birth,
they hold on with great mirth
to that wonderful horn on their saddle
Dreamt of growing
old with you
The pair of us
wrinkled and gray
In our garden
surrounded by
grandchildren and flowers
Thought our life
would end this way
But illness has come
On a solitary journey you travel
I'm here
watching you
trying desperately
not to unravel
So in my memories
forever young
you will be
While I get to keep living
When all I ever wanted
was just
you and me
My thoughts
overwhelming  
My heart filled with dismay
But it doesn't matter
how much I wish
it's not going to help you stay
So I shall just sit here
holding your hand
Telling you
I love you
and hoping you understand
Finding Todd's illness overwhelming at the moment
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Lexie
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 Feb 2018 Vii HunniD
Lexie
How
Young
Do
The
Good
Die
Oh I imagine magic
Now that spring is there
And flowers wake, buds rumble
Adorn the children's hair
That brightest bloom and tender leaf
Round clockwork change the scene
While bluebird sings on wizened bough
Blissful and serene
Furniture burns quite well should the -
need arise
A quilt will cover a whistling window
Thick socks make good mittens , a fiery -
book of Sandburg will heat my soul most dandy
and smitten
The lake shall provide fish just as -
the charcoal grill will offer a place to heat them
Snow will turn to water , mother woodland will offer -
plentiful piedmont herbs , roots and berries to -
sustain and medicate
When these material nothings are depleted-
I will forage the landscape as needed
Determined as the bobcat , frozen as the hunting heron
With cold reserve and insatiable hunger* ...
Copyright January 17 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
The branches reach illogically  
Searching for order in woodland -
chaos
They're trimmed in leaves of blue , high above -
red grass bordering a pink roadway , green
clouds speckle the mustard ceiling in the -
afternoon foray of time and reason
I am a living god born anew each second
Receiving my personal earth in tardy installments
Copyright January 31 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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