poetry

Blowing the trees in the night
Caressing my sweat covered face
Cooling the heat of the day
Adding life to those hot summer nights

(written N/A)

It’s my first christmas without Grandpa
presents still sit around the tree
Cooking still goes on for hours

But it hangs in the air whenever we’re all together
We all miss you but no one will say
everything appears normal

then you look into our eyes and into our hearts

then its obvious something is missing
This Christmas will be the hardest of them all

(written N/A)

In the mornings when I rise
I wipe the tears from my eyes
As I try to begin my day
I have to hit my knees and pray
"Lord please just get me through"
I pray not to think of you
At night I lay in my room
The walls close in around me like a tomb
Here in this place I cry
B/c I know my life has gone awry
Where did this start?
Why did it break my heart?
Is it me, is it you?
No one not even me has the faintest clue

(written October, 2002)