I found a crack in the sidewalk
That I didn't have the urge to step on
And I passed this crack every day
On my 4.40pm walk
For what seemed like a lifetime
And I glared daggers
At the thing that made my skin crawl
And my neck ache
And my fingers twitch by my side
Because cracks in sidewalks
Were meant to be tread upon
Every single one of them
Even partially
Not to break a mother's back
But to cover the imperfections
And to fill the void
That made me uneasy
And to fill it
Even for a millisecond
Before I moved on
As if the sole of my shoe
Could somehow heal the
Sadness that the ground must be feeling
But there was a crack in the side walk
That I didn't have the urge to step on
No matter how many times
I passed within stepping distance
And no matter how many times
It caused me pain
And maybe that was the period of my life
When the obsessive compulsive part of me
Decided to take a break
Because maybe
Maybe some part of me
Saw that the grass that grew
In the messy line that pointed east
Was something more beautiful
And more honest
Than any hidden disfigurement
Could ever be

Thinking about it, Forrest was right, life IS like a box of chocolates.
you don't know what you're gonna get
I mean it's all part of the game
If I get a box of chocolates I know
exactly what I WANT to get
But on the odd occasion that someone beats me to the soft centres,
I just curse softly
and try another.
I may not enjoy it quite as much as a good strawberry cream
but at least I had a chocolate!
Some people get to the box and they're all gone.
Quick or sorry

Mother do not mourn me for I am not dead
I am well enough in this hospital bed

My leg it is gone in a Flanders field it lies
but some gave much more, paid a far greater price

My comrades lost, never to return
to England's shores for which they all yearned

I just want to see you Mother, again
and let you hold me, erase all the pain

So do not fret Mother, for me please be strong
till I’m home again Mother, where I belong

Your loving son

I must try to be strong now, my boy he is away
To fight for king and country, his boat sails this very day

To far off shores and places, of which I do not know
My heart it bursts with pride  but I am scared to see him go

I do not cry as he departs but smile with aching dread
As my boy, he marches strong and true to face what lies ahead

He will be be back here soon I feel, it will not last too long
But I will miss him every day and night that he is gone

I'll  look up to the heavens, and before the setting of each sun
I'll pray my boy comes back to me, and the war it will be won


From a Father

How come that
When your living life
You miss all the things
That are right in front
Of you?

You are blinded by it
So blinded that no matter
How hard you try
The blinds won't come off
And you start living your life
Built off with lies

& as time goes by
You start to see it
& the blind starts
To fade
& wondered how
Come you didn't
See it earlier

and then
              i opened the door
and the sunshine
             came in.... allelujah!!!