Zombie Update

The zombie has moved on

I missed who the zombie was before their decline

The hugs, the advice, the caring, the love,

which was freely shared and appreciated.

I watched the zombie get weaker and weaker.

The years passed and I mourned for them.

Over and over mourned for them, but now,

I mourn for a final time:

remembering the good times, the laughter,

the wisdom imparted, and the love,

So hard to let the tears flow,

but that is what they would have wanted -

cry and move on with love in my heart

for the zombie who died long ago,

but lived on until last Thursday.

Rest In Peace.

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Henry

The picture has been taken with Henry high in the background.

I get up and start walking home remembering Henry, who I had known for years.

His mom had cleaned our house for years, so we knew each other from the time we could remember.

We were horses of different colors, but as kids that did not matter; we were friends.

As we got older, we did not see each other as much for we to our assigned schools.

Years went by, and though we still enjoyed the other's company, we saw each other less and less.

Henry did not come by as much, and I never made the effort to see him.

I wanted to see him, but I knew what the others of my kind would say -

and thought of people like Henry, so I kept quiet about our friendship.

One day, I stopped by my mom's around noon, and Henry was there talking to his mom.

Henry and I then caught up on old times, or as much as we could in 4 hours.

Then Henry left with his mom, and after a few more words of love, I left to go home.

Passing by the park, I asked someone passing by what was going on.

He told me that they had caught the man who had defiled John Jones' daughter.

The incident he added had taken place at 1:00 pm this very day and I should come -

come to see justice being done.

So I went and, as I approached, heard a voice, heard only a few hours earlier, saying 'I am innocent'

over and over.

The crowd was riled up wanting justice - their justice - to be done

The victim voiced the truth, but I kept quiet.

Soon the justice was done, and so those of us who were there, turned around and a group picture was

taken that was soon to be made into postcards that were to be mailed all over this country.

The postcard showing in the foreground,the guilty smiling; while in the background, the innocent

swung from a branch in a tree in the woods.

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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day I told you as we hugged.

I wish your kids could have said that;

however, they were cruelly taken from you and this earth,

so now they are angels who look out for you.

They still love you, and you love them.

In your heart, they live.

Missing your hugs and smiles,

the tone of your voice, and your caring love.

They know how much you miss them:

their hugs and smiles,

the tones of their voices, and their caring love.

And they want you to know that:

They love you as you love them;

They remember you as you remember them;

They cherish you as you cherish them;

Lastly, they wish you with all their love a Happy Mother's Day.

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Death is not a Failing Grade

Doctor Whitecoat, why do you not tell the one I love the truth?
The truth that there is no more you can do.
That you have done the best you can.
I appreciate and thank you for that.
You have done all that is humanly possible.
But you are not God.
You have limits.
Embrace them.
Accept them.
Admit them to the one I love.
That is all I ask.
Death is not a failure on your part.
It is not a failing grade.
It is a part of life.
Tell my loved one now.
Give them time to adjust.
Time to accept.
Time to embrace what they have now.
Let's go tell my love now.




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Twice

Hardly know you, but I feel shook up.

Twice you have tried and luckily failed.

You have held the cup -

the cup of life and dropped it to shatter,

but it was not to be, so you were bailed.

Now my senses scatter,

as I breathe a sigh of relief,

instead of drowing in grief.

Will you try again?

Will I see you again?

I would like to

and I hope you would too.

I wish you the best.

I hope you do well.

In this life you find some rest,

and walk out of your cell.

To a path that is bright

with your own light.




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You Told Me

You're dying you told me.

The doctors have given you only a few months,

and you are alone.

I wish you were here, so I could help you these final few months.

I would make sure you are housed, fed, and loved.

Maybe we would marry like we have talked about.

You only had an im, and you have been on it lately.

I miss you, I love you.

I want to cry but I cannot.

Are you safe or homeless?

Are you fed or hungry?

Are you loved or unloved?

I hope those questions are yes for you, but I no not.

I want to help you to die with dignity.

To die with someone who loves you and you love back.

Even if I never hear from you again, you will always be in my heart.

All I want is for you to die with dignity,

and if I would be apart of that my wish will come true.






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Dishonor

Why do you dishonor my brother

who is buried in the earth?

He is only in his grave in the ground.

He died by friendly fire,

and his life ended permanently.

He lives on in my heart, and my family's hearts.

However, he lives no where else.

No where else - for there is

no heaven, no hell, and no god.

Do not say he lives in heaven

for that is a lie.

A lie that he would not believe.

A lie that dishonors his memory.

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Abandoned

Why did you abandon me?

I so wanted to see you;

to spend time with you,

and you were not there,

Not anywhere, no where.

I just wanted to be with you,

to have you hug me,

to play with me.

Yet, you were not there for me.

Why? Why abandon me?

I want, I demand an answer.

My questions gets no answer.

You are not here to reply

because you abandon me.

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The Pain

Water appeared in your eyes.

Never rolling down your cheek,

but it was there.

I saw the pain in your eyes.

The pain that exists in your heart

and always will

Never completely disappearing,

no matter how much time heals you.

But I am here for you - to listen to you,

any time you want to talk of your pain

that wets your eyes.

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Damn! Damn! Damn!

Damn! Damn! Damn!

I did not want to hear it,

even though I would come one day.

So I feel angry and upset,

yet no one is there to be upset at.

You are my friend- a good one -

yet you are dying,

and I feel lost and adrift.

I want to lash out,

but Death feels nothing; it just takes.

Soon it will take you,

you who I care for because you

have helped me through my life's journey.

Hence, I will help you to the end.

I will carry you within me;

however, now, I feel like hitting back,

but only air is there to hit.

And Death will neither care nor not care;

it only comes to do its job.

A job which makes me upset and angry

because I care about you more than I want to admit.

I lack words to express how I feel -

how I feel about life's unfairness and you.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

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Heartache

But the heartache never totally goes away.

Her body is gone,

but she lives in your heart,

Life for you goes on.

For her, it stopped, suddenly and tragically.

And you were left with pain and sadness.

She was buried

and you were had only memories of her

instead of her caring arms.

Instead you are left with life without her,

and a heartache that never goes away.

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Right for you

Life for you has now become a mixture of moving on and grieving.

Every day will be different:

on how much you need to move on,

and on how much you need to grieve.

On some days the former will be more important,

and on other days the latter will be more important.

Just grieve and move on in amounts – big and small

that are right for you - for you and your kids.

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Having Fun, Then ....

I thought about you the other day, my online friend.

Wondered why I hadn't heard seen you in a while,

and hoped all was ok with you.

I was with friends having fun, enjoying the chat going on.

Then in a nearby conversation, I heard your name.

I was having fun, then heard you had died of a stroke, maybe.

You were young, under 30.

I had no idea what you looked like, and didn't really care.

It was nice just to chat with you, to share stories, lives, and ideas.

After getting home, I facebooked you, so now I know what you look like,

who your friends are, who cared about you besides me.

But what you looked like don't matter.

For what I miss is your heart.

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A Privilege

It was a privilege to know you.

It was a privilege to grow beside you.

It was a privilege to look up to you.

However, now you are gone.

Gone too early before I have finished growing.

You shared your knowledge of life with me.

I looked up to you for guidance, and you were always there.

Now I feel alone, adrift without you.

But I give not up on life.

I go on with life with you only in my heart instead of also beside me.

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I Still Remember You

I Still Remember You

Even after all these years,

I still remember you.

You were my friend

when I had hardly any.

I wonder about your life

what would you have become.

But you never had the chance.

I still miss you at times.

I have dreamed of seeing your mom

and telling her, I still remember you.

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I'm So Sorry

Dreams and hopes for the future

are suddenly dashed.

You had him and raised him right.

You did all the right things,

but something happened.

And you are left with questions,

but no real answers.

Tears down my face;

I cry for him; I cry for you.

Nothing I can do will erase your pain,

though I wish I could.

I wish I could turn back time.

I know you would trade places with him,

if you could and so would I.

I’m sorry seems, so hollow,

but it is the best I can do.

So I will end with those words

as tears stream down my face.

I’m sorry. I ‘m so sorry.

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