Category Archives: Mothers Love

#4 ” Don’t Know Methadone Collection”

You were holding my hand trying to wake me. I could hear it ever so lightly.

In my sleep I felt the excitement rise inside me. Wake up wake up he’s right beside me.

I woke up to an empty hand, turned looked no feet where he would stand.

I Hear it Loud and clear.

It Wasn’t Real, He’s STILL Not Here.

So Missed and Loved,




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


Waters Edge

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.