"You're teaching me how to bake homemade goodies. Thank you!"

*~Marian~

when my dad cries he can't talk.
there's a pregnant silence while he whistles air through his pursed lips
trying to catch onto words.
a slight wheeze
a reoccurring clearing of the throat
as if this would distract you from what was happening -

when my dad cries
he can't talk;
he doesn't cry very often.
when i cry
all i do is talk

i am still my mother.

Even saffron painted sunsets
Could not paint thy beauty, dear Lady Jane
Because you're my girl
Rosy colored flowers
Adorn thy soft, furry head
And you're still my girl
Rich orange sunrises that lace the horizon
As beautiful as they are, you're more beautiful still
Because you're my girl
Warm sunlight imbued with mist
Could not paint a better nature picture
But thy beauty surpasses that
For you're my girl
Bless your paws and bless your whiskers
And your twitchy tail
You're my girl
Soft cool sandy shores and greenish-blue waves
Foamy and frothy though they be
Couldn't be more beautiful
But surpasses even the beauty of the ocean
Is the beauty of thee
Lullabies from the fairies spreading pixie dust
As they fly above thy head
They whisper soft and sweet
"You're still our girl, and our princess
And surpassing even the beauty of nature
Is the beauty of thee
And the beauty of thy soft, sweet furry face"

*~Marian~

Churches are empty
The cemeteries are full
Another beer, please