Wednesday, December 14, 2016

She closed her heart







Luv her, a choice...
not a feeling.

She closed her heart.
Like the lady, that swallowed that fly,
I know not why.

I reached for her,
there, as a boy.
There, on the bench, in the car,
she beside me.

Cuddled, under her arm,
like the puppet, beside me.
She purchased the puppet,
at the pink ladies' shop.

We had gone to the hospital,
to discover, why, I wet the bed.
She was damaged goods,
as was I.

When life gets tough,
it hardens you.
You grow a shell,
thicker with the growing years.

I wet the bed, this because,
distant then, began I to feel ...
Not loved, not wanted,
cast aside. ..

This, I had thought.
Forty more years, we spent...
In this cuddle, or embrace.
I would reach out...
only to be pushed away.

In the end, she reached out, to dance.
only to be brushed away, ...
almost, still,

Once more, we danced,
and beautiful,  it was then.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Luv, being a verb

... love being a verb
is a things that retains ...
requires action to endure

life being unfair,
Is ment to sustain.

how to be greatful,
and not bitter and angry
when those we love are,

Tobe,,  taken..

strive always...

to awaken each morning,

to be greatful,

...that you share, one more day.

Dec 2015