In the supreme court of the heart, whatever arguments the brain makes, the decision of the mind will be final.

You were so good  to me
When no one else was
You took me for who i was
Though it wasn't much
You laughed at my
Jokes
When others just stared
And guided me
When there was no
Light to follow
Saying it would
Be okay
When you knew
It was not
Drying up tears
Picking me up
Again and again
You never let me down
But then
You never were

How soft was your voice
Never angry or too loud
Voice of an angel

Don't give me your
Artistic mood
Your starry night
Your sunflowers
Don't give me your
Artistic song
Your lady sings the blues
Your song sung blue
Don't  give me your
Death Valley Days
Your Lone Ranger
Rather give me
Your heart
Of gold
And golden smile
Your laughter
And tears
Your kingdom
For a horse

Rainbow rays of
Sunlight
Waking me up
For a new day
A new slate
Washed clean from
Tears of night
Remainders on pillow
Thinking of you
The joy you brought
Into my heart
The laughter we shared
Rehearsing lines for
Plays you and I
Shared together
Money for bus fare
To the hospital
For visits and check ups
Secrets we shared
And kept inside
A hanky when needed
Your love for laughter
Your strength when
I was weak
Christmas time.
Any time
Stirs up memories
Of you
I thank you
From here below
To send to you
Above
I place my Angel
On the tree
And you my angel
In my heart

Merry Christmas
Mike

You are dear to me
Always there before I call
How lucky I am

A new day
Has begun
A clean slate
From washed away tears
Freshness awakens
The staleness of
Yesterday
Has quietly disappeared
Along with painful
Memories
Gathered are the treasures
From of old
To brighten
The day
Celebrate each day
As a passing gift
With hopes for a
New tomorrow