I love the feeling of being close to you; alone with our silence. Where words, are welcome, but not needed. Feelings, felt without touch and love felt, through just knowing.

I opened my door to Grief this morning, he shoved me aside and walked to a chair sat down and said" Here Goes, this may take awhile"
"There are five Stages of Grief" he mumbled,
"Today you are in Stage 1, but tomorrow could be Stage 5 and a month from now, you may pass into Stage 2. Stages 3& 4 could happen together a year from now."
He looked up to me and said"Are you confused yet, that could be any Stage"
Through my tears, he calmly rose and went out my door, turned for one last look at me and said" I'm Stage 6 but I come 1st"
In Anger I slammed the door and wondered to myself,
is Anger Stage 4,2,5,3 or1.
I fell to the floor screaming" Why in Hell didn't anyone ever tell me about Stage 6"

If I say you may wonder
Her eyes glow like a star
Her hair looks like a curly ocean bed
Her voice was well tuned
Like a nightingale
The flow of her words was
Like a buttery mountain
And all the top
Friendly nature of her
Is priceless
Which makes me run for her
Blessed with good manner
Knows how to be
Which makes me run for her
What more we want
She had enough
Beauty is not a quantity
To measure one person
As it is not a permanent one
It has it's fading nature
So I Love her

I am a Gardner
Cleaning shredded leaves::-----
In my life
Which are my
memories those hurt me.
Watering plants:::----
Which are
My hopes those help me.
Applying manure:::::-------
to strengthen
Which are some
Inspirations taken from
Elderly people
Finally leads to
good yield:::::::---------
Which means
My life in my hands
It depends on my actions