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Could- of been
We shared so little
And yet it seemed so much.
Oh , yes, what could-of-been.
Except we cannot live by
could-of-beens, today.
Only maybes of tomorrow.
Tammy
US
Love use to be us.
But without love, there is no us.
Only you and me
And what we use to be.
Tammy
Figuring
Figuring you out is like
Saying you were good..........
Both are impossible.
Tammy
Reminder
Those words we spoke were so sharp.
They cut through us like a knife cuts through butter.
No matter how you try to repair it, a scar still lingers.
Our heart still aches.
Our ears still burn.
Our eyes still water and something sticks in our throat.
We walk away feeling the pain like a hot burn.
Eventually the stinging stops and starts to heal.
Only there is a scar as a reminder.
A scar that lasts forever.
Tammy
It was Grandfather's birthday. He was 79. He got up early, shaved, showered, combed his hair and put on his Sunday best
so he would look nice when they came.
He skipped his daily walk to the town cafe where he had
coffee with his cronies. He wanted to be home when they came.
He put his porch chair on the sidewalk so he could get a better
view of the street when they drove up to help celebrate
his birthday.
At noon, he got tired but decided to forgo his nap so he could be there when they came.
Most of the rest of the afternoon he spent near the telephone so he could answer it when they called.
He has five married children, 13 grandchildren and three great-grandchildren. One son and daughter live within ten miles of his place. They hadn't visited him for a long time, but today was his birthday, and they were sure to come.
At suppertime, he left the cake untouched so they could cut it and have it for dessert with him.
After supper , he sat on the porch waiting.
At 8:30, he went to his room to prepare for bed. Before retiring, he left a note on the door, which read " be sure to wake me when they come".
It was Grandfather's birthday. He was 79.
Written by: Rudy Joe Mano
