Aint they just the sweetest couple of kids
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Autumn Rain
Autumn Rain
September skies full of the blue jay songs
Walnuts plunge to the foraging squirrels below
Crimson foliage flutter to the earth
Rain drops mourn summers loss
Air is filled with the mushy scent of harvest
Wildlife are all starting to prepare
Crickets are chirping for they know what is near
Birds soon will gather for migration
For we all know what the autumn rain brings
September skies full of the blue jay songs
Walnuts plunge to the foraging squirrels below
Crimson foliage flutter to the earth
Rain drops mourn summers loss
Air is filled with the mushy scent of harvest
Wildlife are all starting to prepare
Crickets are chirping for they know what is near
Birds soon will gather for migration
For we all know what the autumn rain brings
Temptations
Temptations
Dancing so close to the flame
Don’t forget the cost.
Like a burn it still blisters
long after the spark is gone
Are you willing to let it all?
Fall away like dead skin.
Wounds take a long time to heal
Careful when you play with fire.
Dancing so close to the flame
Don’t forget the cost.
Like a burn it still blisters
long after the spark is gone
Are you willing to let it all?
Fall away like dead skin.
Wounds take a long time to heal
Careful when you play with fire.
Alone
Alone
Alone is how I feel
Sitting there in my own shell
Unnoticed and insignificant
You don’t hear my voice
You don’t look into my eyes
I truly am the speckled pup in the corner
Occasionally I will get a sympathetic pat on the head
When you have nothing else to do you visit me
But I am easily forgotten.
I am left in the cold and the rain.
Alone is how I feel
Sitting there in my own shell
Unnoticed and insignificant
You don’t hear my voice
You don’t look into my eyes
I truly am the speckled pup in the corner
Occasionally I will get a sympathetic pat on the head
When you have nothing else to do you visit me
But I am easily forgotten.
I am left in the cold and the rain.
If tonight my heavenly father called me home
Would you miss me?
Would I merely be a memory?
Would you morn my loss?
Would you even know I was gone?
Would just replace me?
I sit there in my quietness and watch
I wonder do you even see me?
Do you know what is going on inside head?
Later when I was laid to rest would you feel emptiness?
Would you feel a sadness that you never got to know me?
Do you know that I look forward to your company?
Do you know you make me smile even when I feel as if I can’t?
Do you know I listen for you?
Do you know my hopes, dreams?
Do you know what makes me happy?
Do you know what makes me sad?
If tonight I would pass ….how would you feel?
Would you miss me?
Would I merely be a memory?
Would you morn my loss?
Would you even know I was gone?
Would just replace me?
I sit there in my quietness and watch
I wonder do you even see me?
Do you know what is going on inside head?
Later when I was laid to rest would you feel emptiness?
Would you feel a sadness that you never got to know me?
Do you know that I look forward to your company?
Do you know you make me smile even when I feel as if I can’t?
Do you know I listen for you?
Do you know my hopes, dreams?
Do you know what makes me happy?
Do you know what makes me sad?
If tonight I would pass ….how would you feel?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Ramble of the day
It has been a good day .. even tho Liza is sickly again.. I don't think it will be a pnuemona route again ... Zach is liking school......It is once again the quietness of just me and Liza in the house ..
The hum of the washing machine ... and the clicking of the oven heating up....
These are the days I so longed for way back when we were in the hosp. with her..
I have heard of others speak of Post Traumatic Shock .. I spend alot of time waiting for the other shoe to drop... Normalcy is frail.. it can be shook up like a water globe in a split second.It maybe months since she was in .. but in my mind those memories are still clear.. the talking of staff in the hall.. the sounds of other sick kids.. the tears of other parents... How for those 3 weeks that was our normal.. Nurses and Dr's in out of our room at all kinds of times of the day..The light off the IV pumps were our night lights.. when I go back to take the kids to see their Dr I pass the delivery entrance that I used to watch the trucks come and unload supplies..
It seems like a dream but yet when I know it wasn't ....
Some say I should just forget it all and look forward .. while I do look to the future .. it also keeps me very grounded to know just how precious "normal" can be....
The hum of the washing machine ... and the clicking of the oven heating up....
These are the days I so longed for way back when we were in the hosp. with her..
I have heard of others speak of Post Traumatic Shock .. I spend alot of time waiting for the other shoe to drop... Normalcy is frail.. it can be shook up like a water globe in a split second.It maybe months since she was in .. but in my mind those memories are still clear.. the talking of staff in the hall.. the sounds of other sick kids.. the tears of other parents... How for those 3 weeks that was our normal.. Nurses and Dr's in out of our room at all kinds of times of the day..The light off the IV pumps were our night lights.. when I go back to take the kids to see their Dr I pass the delivery entrance that I used to watch the trucks come and unload supplies..
It seems like a dream but yet when I know it wasn't ....
Some say I should just forget it all and look forward .. while I do look to the future .. it also keeps me very grounded to know just how precious "normal" can be....
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The toys lay there waiting
But the kids don’t come
The pool is drained
The neighborhood is quiet
No little boys in the street on bikes
Sandbox sand blowing in the wind
The hum of the orange school bus
Shuffle of little feet up the street
The rustle of book bags now fills the air.
Rain in the sky
As if summer is bidding sweet farewell
This is the day the toys cry
But the kids don’t come
The pool is drained
The neighborhood is quiet
No little boys in the street on bikes
Sandbox sand blowing in the wind
The hum of the orange school bus
Shuffle of little feet up the street
The rustle of book bags now fills the air.
Rain in the sky
As if summer is bidding sweet farewell
This is the day the toys cry
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