I work so hard
to get things.....
furs.....silver.....Diamond rings
I feel proud...look good....Don't care,
bout ole' Louie sitting there
nose held high.....walk pass by
a quick short glance....I don't know why
Thats his way..delighted just to wake each day
a kind heart he has.....Just no "things"
he has no furs...no diamond rings!
I wonder dear......whos happiest here?
Alone -together - alone
She tried to hide her fate from me
Tho' I see what is to be
getting thin....
no energy....
My Dear Friend,
you are so ill,
there's no cure,
there's no pill.....
Don't travel this journey alone......
I'll pick you up when your down.
we can laugh, and cry together,
share our thoughts,
just talk of weather.....
I'll give an arm,
a listening ear,
Help you through all you fear.
She is worse now,
oh so weak,
does not hear,
cannot speak,
lying limp,
has stopped breathing....
suddenly, it's me who's grieving.
Who is it now, that needs a ear?
I feel alone--is there no cure?
No one to spend it on....but me :-)
Love, I thought
would never happen.
I'm sure I'll live alone.
I have my self,
my books,
my cats,
a garden,
yes a home.
I have a job,
My friends,
a car,
a bank account to boot!
I work,
I work,
I work,
then rest......
Counting all my loot!
Continued: No one to spend it......
Love, I thought
it happened!.
Whats his is ours
Whats mine is mine
I only have one drawer.
There is no space
such a small place
my books,
are packed
my cats,are gone
my garden,is no more.
I have a job,
His friends,
his car,
his bank account to boot!
I work,
I work,
I work,
then rest......
Counting all our loot!
Believe me there is more in store...
to be continued........
The Babes are born we struggle again, but love is in the air..
Now they're all grown, not 1 but 2 & 3 & 4
Time wasn't on my side you see,
or I would have had much more.
Bright and oh so Brilliant,
they always made me proud.
Number 1 a lovely girl with hair of copper red.
So smart in school, rowing, dancing, writing, reading, friends.
Went off for further EDU,
Don't worry mom said she..
I will return to you.
# 2 a boy of sport and tons of friends around,
Didn't take him long to grow his meaning so profound...
What a man, knows what he wants,,
I'll not have to worry about him.
#3 another boy, so handsome and unique,,,
The love of music and the arts, his talent can't be beat.
He opened my ears to real music, Classical and Jazz, I love my talented Paddy Boy he has what he has what he has!!
#4 my baby girl, my last I am for sure,
Daddy had this surgery so swimmers swim no more.
I'm fine with that, this baby is so sweet,
she toddles all around the house, she toddles on my feet.
I cherish every move she makes knowing shes my last,
but oh my goodness, oh my dear she grew up way too fast.
A Lost Babe- Serious
Oh yes, its finally happened,
a baby to be born,
we're happy, frightened,
wondering. Is now our love life torn?
Growth inside,
Glow with pride,
My Fears and wonderment, can't hide.
Our home, so small, is the time right?
The space we need to share is tight.
A third one now to share our space,
can we all fit into this place?
I suddenly wonder, is this right?
To bring a child into this world,
not knowing what it holds.
His future may be so unfair,
He'll blame his parents,
who brought him there.
Growth inside,
Glow with pride,
My Fears and wonderment, can't hide.
I put these collected thoughts aside,
My Friends, they see me glow with pride.
Father can't hold his Joy in,
telling family, In-laws, friends.
When suddenly our-joy-ends.
Finally when it feels so right,
A twinge, A Pull,
Pain Unexplained....
oooh Piercing .........Tormenting Pain....... the strain
DIE!
It Hurts, It Hurts, I've lost this babe
So easily His life began ... and now ended.....gone...my Tears...I Hide.
OneHundred Words Can Tell It All.
The red winged Blackbird keeping my attentions as he flits-to-and-fro.
Then as quickly as he takes off-again-lands-gripping tightly on the tiny stems of the
cattails growing in the shallow swampy edge of the lake.
I can't help but notice the soaring Crow in the distance, without wondering about the
birds eye view. Does he notice me as I notice him?
Whence did I become the "Bird Watcher"? Never before I sat upon this bench.
Envy me, it's still, it's quite, except for the Blackbirds, They are here to entertain me.
I am not lonely.
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