The first flower
that you picked for me
was but a simple buttercup.
But there was something about it
maybe it was how the sun was shining on it
on top of that mountain top
or maybe it was the warmth of my heart
or maybe I was just too excited to have gotten a flower.
Maybe it was because it was from you,
and maybe that's what made it so much more beautiful than a simple buttercup.

My friend
oh
My friend
One things for sure,
he is annoying but he'll be with me til the end.
My friend
oh my
How the time does fly by.
Just two years ago I met you
and you weren't as tall as you are now.
You breathe heavily when you run too hard
and sometimes you give me the side eye
and sigh.*

*but that's ok because I couldn't ask for a better furry friend

rain,
I want to tell you how I love you so.
rain,
I want to share this with you so you'll always know.*

rain,
I love how with a little light
you make me see in colors
when I'm used to my black and whites.
rain,
you on an old tin roof
can make me high
like moonshine that's 100 proof
rain,
the sound of you puts me at ease
even when a dreary day
comes along I know I can go to you whenever I please
and say...
rain.......

Born two days after Christmas all those years ago,
you left us in the summer like you wanted
so your body and casket wouldn't get cold.

Laying in bed too early,
whispering in my ear
asking me to talk or listen
as I'd grumble and try to hear what I could hear.

All those times you told me
and those stories I will not lose
you always talked and I always listened
because you always let me choose.

There has never been such a Nana as you,
so sweet but so set in her ways
-she said it was because of her age, 71-
but she was always ready to play.

She left us on a Sunday,
a day to praise the Lord
but oh how rough it was to know you were no more.

There is no way to tell the great grand babies still here
that Nana isn't coming back to the house
she cannot talk to us now, but I'm sure she's happy to hear.

(Author's Note)
This past Sunday, my entire family was faced with a heartache like none other. Losing a mom, a wife, a grandparent, a great-grandparent, a sister, a cousin, and an aunt. While we know that she's gone to Heaven and waiting to see us all again, it is still hard to hold back tears and harsh feelings. Although we were all there to watch her be taken to the grave, the truth still seems like a lie. Nothing will ever be the same for any of us, as she was such a large part of all of our lives. But if we keep praying and receiving prayers, maybe we will learn to find similar happinesses in holidays and family dinners. Through God and each other, there shall be healing.

even when you said no
I simply knew
that forever was what you wanted too
you saw into the future with wary eyes
and saw that we couldnt work,
and you didn't want us to cry.
long distance can be pretty rough
but knowing you saw a forever
comforts me enough.
so, think of this poem as a "not kiss"
and I thank you for fulfilling my wish.

The
Darkness
Scowls
The
Lonely
Wolf
It
Howls

Oh
The
Night
Is
Filled
With
Fright

Jump
And
Scare
And­
Simply
Beware

leaves
So colorful, but makes trees bare
the atmosphere
I love the cool, crisp air
October 10*
A day I will celebrate and share

I don't have enough hangers
for the clothes in my closet
and I don't know how this happens
every time even though I constantly
bag up old shirts and sweaters
and buy more and more hangers
and sometimes it stresses me out so so much
that I leave them lying around
just so I end up drowning in a different problem,
later.

Tik Tok of the fainting clock,
still time it tells.

Drip Drop of the faucet,
not of a wishing well.

Chiming Chiming of the wind,
setting many spells.

Love can not be won,
it can not prevail.

But as I'm faint, wishing, weeping....
only Time will tell.

the color of dreamsicle dripping in the hot
some think it's pretty, some think it's not

the color of the monarch butterfly
fluttering like you've made my heart until I die

I can't forget
The things you've said
And that's something I regret

If I hadn't been there
If I hadn't been listening so closely
Then I wouldn't have heard what you didn't want to share

Some secrets that
I just cannot keep though I try
Secrets that when inside make me weep and wish I had not heard your
*little chat

This time it isn’t the edge of glory
no satisfaction,
not a happy end to this story.

Over the edge of a cliff.
That’s where she’ll jump,
no longer holding onto “what if.”

She hurts inside where you’ll never see.
That girl (she has a face)
and her name is me.

Jumping,, over the edge, this is her story.
Too bad it’s no longer the
“edge of literal glory.”

people in a park that I don't even know,
if he's not a working man,
where will he go?
I see her cup of latte,
steam in the air,
how can I feel the sadness,
if I wasn't even there?
A little boy is running fast,
as if without a care,
how in the world did she do that to her hair?
A too late, fall ice cream,
dripping from the sky,
how can I dare to smile,
when I just want to cry?