Many years ago I had the most loving dog ever. My dog Milo. He would sing to me. I could carry him around like a baby and hold him close. When he passed away, I grieved mightily. I still miss him. Lately, I have been seeing pekingese everwhere. […]
“Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.” Fromm The month of May is my month. Or so, I like to proclaim. First my birthday. Then mother’s day. Then just random celebrations of being. Springtime is fully in force and the world […]
Queen Elizabeth sat by herself in the chapel as the final goodbyes to her Prince- her husband of 73 years- at the funeral service in St George’s chapel. She strikingly sat alone. And, although she is known for her stoicism, couldn’t help but feel her loneliness and sadness. […]
Nostalgia. A powerful emotion. Some might argue it’s not an emotion. I certainly don’t care. Nostalgia. I’ve been feeling it a lot lately. It courses through my veins and into my the right and left side of my brain. I looked at some old photographs on my dresser […]
Cookies. Yum. But bad. Happy but sad. She loved baking them. But she couldn’t eat them. Everytime she went to take a bite, tears would start streaming down her face. She was reminded of how she would bake with her loved ones. Now, she baked and there was […]
This might seem weird to some. Bit April fool’s day makes me a little sad. It’s a day of jokes and I love pranks. Pulled one off last week on a colleague to great delight. I got that love of pranks from my mother. She took great pleasure […]
She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]
Pain, ever present Pain, part of the soul Pain, coursing through the vein Pain, its rooted in the roots Pain, blinding to all Pain, I choose over you
Tonight I mourn I grieve for everything I have lost I fault myself for the fractures A tsunami of painful memories A tidal wave of sorrow A collapse of the shield A minefield of regrets A puddle of neverending tears A review of the missteps A will to […]
There’s time Perhaps The glass stays in the cupboard The candle on the shelf Can’t throw them out Can’t stare at them The garbage awaits But not quite yet Soon Soon, though
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