I think of caramel apples this time of year,
I think of Thanksgiving in October, oh dear,
I think of seasonal gestures and try to wear
nostalgia,
I think of pumpkin spiced pie, and sage too,
I am so busy I will forget to think of you,
I taste my hot coffee, sometimes burn a lip,
If I eat at a restaurant, I always leave a tip,
for nostalgia,
I keep something near my heart and others
in my head just behind my eye,
I love the fall of the leaves crisp and then crumble,
to top the grass and tumble in the chilling air.
My mom always said it best,
But my dad said he'd "Break our legs if we did
drugs"
My mom always said" that you be sure to be safe,
and just don't",
Today they, the temptations, are here and there and
everywhere,
I am not judging, but I am not budging either,
For anyone who loved her, I am sorry for your loss.
how did fifteen year old A...
why did fifteen year old ...d...
when did fifteen year old ...r...
who was with fifteen year old ...i...
what was fifteen year old ...a...
where was fifteen year old ...n...
why was there no help for ...a...
I cannot finish my questions as they keep pouring out
of me and everyone of them is tear stained,
so recently a Falcon fell, and I am sad,
no judgement, not mad,
trying to understand
trying to make sense,
each of mine were
fifteen once, and nostalgia
wells up in me,
knowing that could have been
me, getting a call or a knock on the
door, then the wind leaving your
lungs, and you can't hear anymore,
for all of your screaming,
and tears scald as they run down your face,
one you loved for too short a time, is now gone.
©DWE092013
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
I think of caramel apples this time of year,
I think of Thanksgiving in October, oh dear,
I think of seasonal gestures and try to wear
nostalgia,
I think of pumpkin spiced pie, and sage too,
I am so busy I will forget to think of you,
I taste my hot coffee, sometimes burn a lip,
If I eat at a restaurant, I always leave a tip,
for nostalgia,
I keep something near my heart and others
in my head just behind my eye,
I love the fall of the leaves crisp and then crumble,
to top the grass and tumble in the chilling air.
My mom always said it best,
But my dad said he'd "Break our legs if we did
drugs"
My mom always said" that you be sure to be safe,
and just don't",
Today they, the temptations, are here and there and
everywhere,
I am not judging, but I am not budging either,
For anyone who loved her, I am sorry for your loss.
how did fifteen year old A...
why did fifteen year old ...d...
when did fifteen year old ...r...
who was with fifteen year old ...i...
what was fifteen year old ...a...
where was fifteen year old ...n...
why was there no help for ...a...
I cannot finish my questions as they keep pouring out
of me and everyone of them is tear stained,
so recently a Falcon fell, and I am sad,
no judgement, not mad,
trying to understand
trying to make sense,
each of mine were
fifteen once, and nostalgia
wells up in me,
knowing that could have been
me, getting a call or a knock on the
door, then the wind leaving your
lungs, and you can't hear anymore,
for all of your screaming,
and tears scald as they run down your face,
one you loved for too short a time, is now gone.
©DWE092013
My kids, they are adults now 20, 23, 27
15 year old dies of a ****** overdose, no I did not know her or the family
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