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An old flannel shirt with two button up the front pockets
Well-worn, soft, in faded colors of greens, reds, and blues.
A touch of green, and some bits of yellow, almost Christmas like.
It was my father’s favorite shirt; he wore it more days than not.
I watched him wear it for many years, maybe twenty.
When I see it, I think of him. When I smell it, he comes back fast.
He has been gone ten years this April, but when I miss him
I run to my closet and grab out his shirt, which smells like him.
Bringing his hazel eyes and his wavy dark hair into my memory.
I remember being thrown into the air, I remember funny things he said.
I remember the way I would catch his eye and we would laugh about nothing.
He was my daddy and I loved him, and I am glad to have his shirt.
After his death, my mother asked me if I wanted anything.
I grabbed this shirt, shocked my siblings had not already grabbed it.
If thieves come, they can take everything else in my house but not this.
This is mine, it smells like my Daddy, and it brings me comfort.
I wanted to say something to you,
Would you be willing to listen too?
Life is just a short little journey,
Would you walk beside me through?
On nights when sleep won't find me,
Would you cradle me in your arms?
I’ve lost every precious thing I had,
Would you still be my precious charm?
Whatever you say,
I'll listen to every word you speak.
I’ll hold your hand within mine,
And never let go, no matter how weak.
Yes, I wish to spend my whole life with you,
Sitting by your side, laughing carefree too.
And when sleep escapes your weary eyes,
I'll lull you to rest with a lullaby.
Just keep on making me smile,
I want to be the reason behind your joy.
Yes, I've lost many things too,
But I still long to be the one to love you.
Not just in this life, but beyond the skies,
In every birth, I want you by my side...
Thinking of you
By Michelle Morris
12/05/2021
I was thinking of you today -
Wondering how different things could have been if you were still in the world right now?
Would we be a family together or separated by this pandemic or each other?
Would we all get along over time or would everyone get frustrated and walk away?
I miss you and often wish you were here to share special moments with me,
But I don't try to romanticize our relationship anymore:
I accept that you had your own life to live and you needed the space to heal yourself and find your own identity.
I was thinking of you today -
And I wonder if you look down from heaven and you think about us too?
© Michelle Morris, 2021
I try …
I do
stay busy
fill time with things that occupy
my mind and muscles
take care of Mom
write
practice guitar
clean and organize
publish
back to the studio and
music production
stay busy
busier
busiest …
but even then
every time I turn around
each place I go
each thing I do
each activity I undertake
YOU were a part of -
made it special
made it joyous
made it shine …
from opening my
pied peepers to start the day
to laying down my noggin
weary … or not
every little moment held
the magic of your smile
the energy of your gentle spirit
and the promise of a day
supplemented with
your sweet aura
and unconditional -
unqualified -
love
and no matter WHAT I do
no matter how I fill my time
that critical element of my
waking moments
is GONE
forever
and that reality slaps
me in the face a
hundred hundred times a day
and always will.
there are times
when the pain is so intense that
I wish I didn’t have a heart -
that I didn’t feel or care or need
or have the
capacity for affection -
but then I realize that I’ve just
erased everything in my
life that is worth being
alive FOR …
I miss you more
than words can express
and the hole you left in my being
can never, ever be filled
but even after your passing
you continue to teach me
this one undeniable and
unshakable actuality:
that LOVE is
by far
the greatest force in the Universe
and more timeless
more formidable
more tenacious and true
than even …
death.
ronnie's dead and gone
i miss him so
bill keeps coming on
i wish he would go
living with george
living with george
living with george
i am just living with george
everything is right
but it feels so crappy
the future is bright
why can't i be happy
living with george
living with george
living with george
i am just living with george
i don't want to fight
i just want to win
george is smart not bright
let it end to begin
living with george
living with george
living with george
i am just living with george
people say all is bad
but it will be good
forgot his middle name
can't understand to be understood
i am just living with george
living with george
living with george
living with george
I remember when our love was simple
a preamble to the heart tremble and the gods' gamble
when we didn't owe each other anything and our artistry meant everything,
we were free of hope and suffering, living on the feeling of belonging to love rising,
We made a lexicon of lightening and splendor of thunder
rendezvoued in the sharp rain of rage and grew gold roses in rebel's plunder,
taught truth not to bet on beauty but to bite into the meat of rugged reality, to taste our mettle,
you became the priestess of my noetic eyes, and I, the priest of your poetic pain, we were miracle -
J.A.B.
Take a journey back with me
To a time not long ago
When families met for Sunday brunch
To Grandma's house we'd go
We sat down at the table
Sharing stories of our week
We listened in contently
And took our turn to speak
The smell was so relaxing
Each meal was cooked with love
On a porch swing you would learn of life
And all the lessons of
Their stories spoke of better times
Yet seemed so hard to us
Money wasn't in demand
Your neighbors you could trust
The front door was always open
No need to lock the door
Crime was not a problem then
Each person shared the chores
A coffee pot always on
Perked for those who came
They'd enter in as strangers
But leave as friends we'd made
The practiced chord of a polka song
Would fill the air with joy
To hear it now takes me back
To when I was a boy
They'd fix their homes with what they had
Even if it didn't match
But character made it look
Like it was built from scratch
Stuff was always much more fun
Cause they'd let us get away
With things that mom and dad would not
And we could play all day
They worked real hard for what they had
Yet on Sunday they gave praise
I long to have those times come back
Oh how I miss those days
I hope to pass on down the line
The way that I was raised
And tell the stories of those times
And hope they do the same
I thank you Heavenly Father
For the time we got to spend
But chances are those days are gone
They'll never come again
I would like to talk about the coronavirus which has caused so many of us to agonize
I will stay away from politics except to say…it has made some people act unwise.
Instead I would like to stay closer to home…after all home is where I’ve had to be
and talk instead how this coronavirus has been effecting me.
This pandemic has seized many things we used to take for granted and put them out of reach…
On the plus side we have spent more time in our kayaks and on walks along the beach.
I haven’t enjoyed wearing a mask…living in this kind of artificial bubble.
but if one person is saved because I wear it…it’s totally worth the trouble.
I’ve hated social distancing…I miss hugging…for goodness sake
I even attended a Zoom birthday party where I could only see the cake!
The wear and tear on our car is better…since we only travel to the store.
and my hands as well as my jeans and shorts have been washed more than ever before.
This pandemic has stopped us from going to the movies…
something we used to do religiously…
Apparently now we’ll watch anything…even the Tiger King…that’s showing on TV.
We are exercising, doing more puzzles and reading…mysteries, novels…almanacs
anything to keep us healthy and our minds sharp as a tack.
Because this pandemic has effected our memory…
for instance…any show we watched when this pandemic began…you know…way back when.
we’ve already forgotten what happens in them and so we get to watch them again and again!
Deborah says it’s not the pandemic…we’re just getting old…but her theory I must poo-poo
I’d rather look at all my faults…and blame them on the flu.
Forget where I put my glasses…walk into a room and can’t remember why…
have difficulty getting out of a chair…feeling a little less spry…
These have nothing to do with old age..I believe it’s academic
when it comes to problems such as these…I blame them on the pandemic.
And I’ve noticed Deborah doesn’t laugh at my jokes as much as she used to…
It’ can’t be that I’m not as funny…and I hate to start another unfounded rumor
but apparently this pandemic can effect a person’s sense of humor!
In conclusion as we are experiencing something in our lifetime
we’ve never experienced before…
I know this coronavirus will win its share of battles…
but we’re determined to win the war.
*Things I Miss*
I miss the soft touch of a woman's hands on my back
while we lay in bed just to relax.
The warmth of her body as we entwine
and the softness of her lips on mine.
The hand in hand walks
and heart to heart talks
that I see myself leaving behind.
The playful fighting,
and gentle biting,
these things are always on my mind.
A person there at night to hold
on nights like this that are so cold.
I miss these things so often overlooked
as if I'm trying to live some story in a book.
I'll hold onto these thoughts & feelings though,
until I find them or its my time to go...
"Sometimes its hard to see whats right in front of us, so I'll keep my eyes wide open & in
my heart I'll trust."
Dino Bravo
1/20/2010
Hi Dad, I miss you. I’m sure you’re very happy up there and all the prep you did while you were sick paid off in wondrous ways.
I’ve been thinking about our past and the good times you made sure we had along with the food on the table and the roof over our heads. I’ll never understand how you managed to raise six kids on your salary.
Communication was never a big thing in our family. Your funeral was a prime example. It was just a sad showing before the mass and then a quiet ceremony. I was so happy to honor your passing by playing deep glorious Gregorian chants as loud as I could to accompany your rising above the clouds. It was as close to a ritual as it was going to get.
What we don’t verbalize stays hazy, unexplored and undefined. Like you, I keep everything inside, I avoid conflict at all costs – overall this really hasn’t worked against me too much, the few times I exploded were not particularly winning outcomes. What’s the use? Teach someone a lesson? That never works. I’m just as happy being the way I am. It seemed to have worked out for you as well.
You were a good model for following your heart and what you believed in even if you knew you’d pay for it. It was the price of freedom and making your own decisions. Self-satisfaction was the ultimate prize. I’m just like you – stubborn to the point of making stupid decisions and not caring that they’re stupid. That’s the way we exercise our freedom.
If you can, I’d love it if you helped me to discover my life mission and what lessons I need to learn down here. One of these lessons must be to learn to make do with minimum money: as depressing as it can get, struggling does have its rewarding upside of promoting creativity.
Maybe you can also guide me in my prep for the big final trip.
I love you, I miss you. I’ll see you again some day.
Always your baby girl xx
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~A SIMPLE MAN~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2020