Sadness
Mood:  sad

It's Christmas eve 2007--- Alot of us have had one or more family gatherings of family and friends---- Piles and piles of material presents exchanged-- Some from  the heart. Well thought out and greatly appreciated...Others just stuff to see who gets the most------- It is my opinion that less is more and more meaningful..

Christmas season is such a sad time for alot of us... I've tears setting , just ready to spill at all times------- That does not mean my life is empty or meaningless...

I've no explanation why the sadness is there... If I try to analyze it, All that I can think of is, I wish I was with my kids and the people that I love. If not with them in person.. A note, a phone call, anything thats says, I care.  And I would like to know they are happy.My heart hurts for them.

In a few days it will all be over and a new year begins.. A blank page. 365 days to fill if we are lucky enough to live thru them. And then we can start the sadness over again in December..

Our House
Mood:  hug me

Our House

It sits all lonely and sad

With a For Sale sign in it's yard.

I can almost See its tears mixing with mine -

-As it sits there wishing it would become Ours.

It bid me stop..

Come inside.Warm my halls, and tidy my rooms.

Maybe, if you stop and come inside--

He will be there waiting to make me his bride.

But life itself has dealt a low blow-

And OUR house together, We'll never know..

I watch each day as I pass by, 

Hoping the For Sale sign is gone....

 And someone has bought OUR house---- and made it a home.

October 2007

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our House
Mood:  don't ask
OUR HOUSE
 
It sits all lonely and sad
With a For Sale sign in its yard.
I can almost see it's tears: Mixing with mine
As it sits there wishing it will become Ours.
 
It bid me Stop. Come inside.
Warm my halls, and tidy my rooms.
Maybe, if you will stop and come inside
He will be there, waiting to make you his bride.
 
But life itself, has bid a low blow
And OUR House together,
We'll never know.
 
I watch each day as I pass by,
Hoping the For Sale sign is gone.
And some one has has bought OUR HOUSE
And made it a home... 
 

Empty
Mood:  hug me

Empty

Yesterday was ours, To hold and cherish.

But yesterday has faded-- Like a shadow

Of a ghost.

It disapperaed--as a ship in the fog.

Tears fell like raindrops--As I watched

It slip away.

My soul felt felt clean--And empty

As the "ours" of our lives

Became the ashes --

Of our yesterdays... 10/01/2007