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i hold her until she drifts off to sleep
hoping she will feel better, i gently grease her chest
this is not about being a typical male tonight
this is about helping to return her to wellness so she can get back to facing the world
her three day struggle hurts much deeper than i came close to thinking
if she gets any worse, it just may lead me to drinking
as she wakes up, she tells me that her head is pounding and that she is experiencing chills
i get up to go grab her electric blanket and then i make her some chicken noodle soup
after giving her the soup, i then make her some hot honey lemon tea
an hour and a half later we both drift off to a deep sleep
the alarm reminds us both what time it really is
i get up to get ready for my sixteen hour day
she lays back down to get herself further rest
i fix the covers for her and kiss her on her too warm forehead and tell her to get plenty of rest
thank the Lord that it is Friday
i eat my breakfast of a regimen of vitamins and some orange juice
then i am off to set up my eventual episode of doggone near passing out
another real day in the life....
Mischief Lotus, Is His Name
He has this beautiful coat of fur,
solid black is his color.
This little rescue cat had come to me,
at such a young age.
He was just 5 weeks old, my best friend that I got.
A bond, I never felt before,
a little furry friend,
he's knocking at my door.
He is 3 years old now,
a complete pleasure to me.
Well, he can box, standing on his hind legs.
He's my little furry friend,
I taught him to play.
Then we go to sleep at night,
he lays on his pillow, next to me.
We hold hands to paws,
we drift off to sleep.
He is my rescue cat, he has his forever keep.
Dedicated to: Mischief Lotus
7/13/2020 12:50:00 AM
Haunted by a Black Bird sitting in a tree
Gray clouds swirling are all I can see
Confusion is wrapped up in a mystery
As a Black Bird tilts its head, looking at me
In the midst of winter on branches bare
The Ebony bird continues to stare
A storm is coming as its caws declare
Soon, snowflakes will be everywhere
Chilling Ebony calls, with Ivory on the way
The eye of the storm is nearby today
Cackling answers will come into play
To unravel life's clues, here where I stay
Snowfall begins, the storm is extreme
All through the night, it falls as it deems
I drift off to sleep in this wintry theme
Haunted by a Black Bird cawing in my dream
Heidi Sands and Joseph May
3/4/18
The hidden night
It uttered from a depth
Groaning souls
That death could not take a nap
It gave a rattle
Grinding away to sudden thunder
With so much asunder
We were left to wonder
Battling the slopes
Thus wringing limbs for hope
With the wheels
Off the cart
It became a dreary life
Saddled with deadly hopes
Surfing in an ethereal realm
Pausing To phase away
Life’s strains
Creased across ones brows
We juggle
Bile for every bite
Clenching fists
While gnashing teeth
We settled in a puddle of tears
Wretched out
With much draining
We slowly drift off
Into an ocean of tears
Form:
We’ve been blessed with three weeks in the mountains
where every morning at day break
we pick up our walking sticks don our jackets
and take a walk around the lake.
Blessed to take care of two dogs who not only make our daytime bright
but love to be around us…
and put themselves to bed at night!
Blessed to watch the sun rise buoyed by a morning breeze
Blessed to walk with deer and ants…
with butterflies and bees.
Blessed to watch the beavers whose energy never seems to cease.
Blessed to say good morning to the turtles, ducks and geese.
Blessed to walk among the pines as slow as we may please.
Blessed to hear the wind making music in the trees.
This morning as we walked accompanied by that familiar breeze
we noticed how the leaves have started falling from the trees.
As I watched the leaves cascading down I suddenly became aware…
how this is nature’s way of signifying a change is in the air.
Nature doesn’t broadcast or vociferously proclaim…
She has a quiet, subtle way of showing…
how nothing stays the same.
So as summer begins it’s transformation into fall…
We feel a little bittersweet because we know
our time at the lake is over…
it’s time for us to go.
And I wonder if memories are like leaves…
they gather on our trees
they stay with us a while then one day…
they drift off on the breeze…
Perhaps that’s the way it’s meant to me…
memories are meant to drift when the Fall winds blow…
reminding us there’s now room on our tree
for more memories to grow.
I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
swimming through my thoughts
yeah, all the worries of the day.
I guess I like the solitude,
although I’m feeling blue
there in the quiet moonlight
softly, God opens the way.
In dim of night he reassures,
a peace rests in the air.
The things I want to worry of,
they simply melt away,
replaced by visions of what most times
I am unaware.
It makes me want transcend time
and in that moment stay.
But soon it’s time for sleep,
in parting, God assures one thing -
that amidst all the toil and strife
he’ll be returning soon.
I drift off without care of what
the next day’s going bring,
blessed by what I felt and learned…
by the light of the moon.
wishing the night would never end
going places i have not been in quite a while
singing songs from a time forgotten because of careers and children
the nest is so quiet now
time stands still, but we know it will not be for long
we wonder where it went and how it seems like five minutes ago when we were potty training our first one
then we go silent for a bit....remembering when the parasite got inside her
emotions change while silent....thinking about the tubes and the machines
thinking about words like antibiotic and comatose
in unison and knowing, we wipe each others tears away
our last one just received her degree in sociology, and our first just completed her doctorate....imagine that
wow....our struggles, suffering, and sacrifices really paid off
our hearts suddenly burst with love, thanks, and joy
we both know that we would do it all over again
then we look at each other while stifling guffaws and say together.....NAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
after what seemed to be endless laughter, we slowly drift off to sleep in each others arms
....and so goes the night....and in comes the more refreshing morning....
I drift off to sleep,
As I walk to the beach,
I see the glow of the moon.
What a beautiful sight,
When I dream in this lonely old room.
This room of white,
Not a soul nearby,
Only nurses who roam the halls.
This room of white,
Almost like a tomb.
Oh, my dreams,
The place I yearn for,
My true love is Italy.
Yet I look out the window, and
All I see is the doom.
I'm still here,
But maybe soon,
I'll be outside the cafe,
In the old country, we call Italy.
The place I've always dreamed of going,
So, meet me at high noon,
I'll save you a seat.
This is what I dream of,
In this lonely old room.
The cold wet wind blows to move the solid Oaks, to sway on a Winter's day. All things living are found hidden somewhere to escape the lonely cold. No children play where oft they do, instead the steam from the dryer vent floats across my many windows, making it seem even more cold, more...industrial. It's here in my silent windowed room there is a chilled but beautifully dreary perception which brings a feeling of contemplative thankfulness. It's here I feel protected like a creature burrowed down the Earth from a frightening world. I'm granted a blessing, to see the drizzle fall without knowing the sting of it's uncomfortably cold wetness. And my thoughts drift off to God.
As the flame, on the candle fades away.
The darkness starts to engulf my vision.
I close my eyes, and thoughts of God allay.
I envision the fields of Elysian.
Picturing, a beautiful bright green glade.
And, a lake filled with the bluest water.
Where peace, flows from the breathtaking cascade.
A blessed paradise, need no alter.
A home, for our souls to relax in peace
Where all the hatred and stress will then cease.
While the afterlife roams, joyous all day.
If I make it there, I will pray to stay.
I drift off with these thoughts in an array.
As the flame, on the candle fades away.
5/16/2017