Tag: family
Youngling
Closed eyes
Soft to the touch
Covered in a blanket
Just a heartbeat for sound
A small bundle of life waiting for the morning to call it awake once again
Three tears, two tears, one tear, no tears
The fallen ones
The ones were we forget them
And we just move on
The ones that are never visited again
Or even thought about again
They fall
But we should rise
Not fall down with them
Their death somehow has impacted you positively
Just takes time to find the answer through the tears
Cat Sleeping On Bed (Mom’s haiku poem :)
Cat sleeping on bed
TV’s glow lighting my food
Middle of the night
Returning to bed
Cat sleeping in the middle
I curl up elsewhere
Middle of the night
I long to express my thoughts
Haiku is lurking
Still dark around here
Haiku unavoidable
Your fault, dear sweet son
Eyelids dropping down
Sleep may finally arrive
Advil is working
My old man
He writes letters
He gives a firm handshake
He doesn’t put up with bullshit
He works with his hands
Still lives in his traditions
Doesn’t know how to use an iPhone
He is my old man
Who taught me everything I know today
His ways mixed with my new ways
Is what shapes me
An old man
But so much more
The Menu (Rough draft story poem novel)
The hostess sits us down
A small two-person table
White folded cloth
Elegant glasses for adults
Waiters dressed up
We are in our street clothes
The waiter
Bald, glasses, professional
Recites his speech on the specials
We don’t applaud
We just nod our heads
Fresh bread arrives
Steam escaping from the depths of the basket
The cold butter quickly becomes liquid
The menu is hard to look at
Each item looks good
But the price stabs you in the heart
My mom reassures me get whatever you want
First I decide to go light
Then for some reason
I feel that it is okay to buy the steak
My mom also orders the steak
I can’t tell why she did
But it makes my purchase feel little less hurtful
She wants to know if I heard back from my jobs
I haven’t
Heck I even forgot about all that
She tells me soon one will say yes to me
I still have my doubts
Fallen ones (AGAIN from poem story novel) :)
The ones buried beneath our feet
The ones in the caskets
With roses, and notes
Dead memories
They don’t want to be forgotten
They still have an impact on the living
I know
My pop is still with me today
His memory and picture
Will always be with me
And your fallen ones
Should still be with you too
No one ever truly dies
Cards for now
Taking a card break
Probably cards the whole night
My story will wait
Poem from story poem novel
Sunday church
I had a shaky relationship with god
But since the death
It just gets stronger every Sunday
I have my tattoo on my chest
His face with a cross near him
Also with my necklace
I know I am safe
And I can keep going on
Just a bump in the road
But I know deep inside
It’s so much more than that
I ache in pain
But do my best not show that side
The new preacher isn’t bad
Preaches the same message
But lacks that personal connection
No family feeling inside this church
Or at least not yet
People are friendly
They all welcome us to their church
We are all common in our faith
But have many different roads we took to our faith
Egocentric hearts
Hearts on the floor
Still beating rapidly
A faint smell of life
No bravery is in sight
A torn apart house hold
No one willing to face the issue
And the heart beats get fewer
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