Sunday, October 16, 2011

It's real.

Cold bites at my feet, I shiver.
Everyone is near, but I feel alone.
Sorrow has come and will come again.
There must be a mistake, because this doesn't feel real.
My son is right, Cancer is a bitch.

Words to the Soul

The words from the paper fill me with such a sorrowful realization
Though there is love all 'round, darkness will fall.
While not fully understood each one digests the truth in their own way.

I have read beautiful but wakening, sad words.
My eyes well up, a sting of tears upon my face and the sting of truth upon my heart.

Bibbity, Bobbity, Boobs please!

Apparently my Fairy Godmother never appeared, no bibbity bobbity here, never to grant those wishes I may have lust for in my youth, and perh...