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.

Remembering the first time, the last time?

Having a client who enjoys country music I have been keeping a country station at the ready in my car for our outings.    I once listened to...