The little Angel had to go
He left this life
And Heaven did go
Oh how she cries
The tears they fall
On your day of birth
She remembers it all
And then again a waterfall
Her eyes they shed
The pain she tolls
For it’s the day you left
this world she knows
Your heart she has
And keeps it close
Her little Angel
She misses so
A picture is worth 1000 words. This safe has been through a lot. Tell its story. Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
What is Better?
And who decides where, when, and why it’s that?
Is it because I am here reading, and or writing what I often believe is crap?
Because my whole life I’ve survived all the plight,
and people believe I should just be alright.
And now I’m here asking for help, in saving my life.
It seems in this process in asking I see… I am not the only one, no matter how alone it may seem.
And if I can take some baby steps, and use them one, two, and three. Then I will take a wave from the waters edge, ride it not fight, learn, live, grow, and be free.
Free from the desolation that seems to be me.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITHOUT YOU.
I Keep Trying
It’s even harder when your fighting yourself for yourself
I Keep Trying
Italo Calvino said: The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts. Describe the ghosts that live in this house: Image credit: “love Don’t live here anymore…” – © 2009 Robb North – made available under Attribution 2.0 Generic
There’s a breeze and the sun is lightly shining through.
This breeze like a magic carpet carries your voice for just a moment or two.
The sun slightly graces my cheek like your lips, before the clouds close on in.
I miss my son and so many things remind me of this.
I only live in grey and sadness has become ME. I keep trying.