i watch as she grows weaker
it breaks my heart to see her pain
i wonder how long we,ll get to keep her
and when she,ll see our mom again
i know mom is waiting
and i can almost see her smile
as she once again embraces
with happiness on her face
i know i,ll never be happy
once they lay her in the grave
its only a matter of time
but for now im trying to be brave
but each night my heart is breaking
and alot of tears i cry i dont want to tell my sister
i love you and goodbye
when you see our sweet sweet mama
give her a kiss for me
for it wont be long
we,ll be reunited
for all enternity
"Elvis came calling last night" I heard senile say
I stopped and did a double take wondering if I had heard right.
She smiled and said "He was with my mom in a pink cadillac"
I said, "But that can't be true! Elvis and your mom have been dead for years now!"
"I Know what I saw! It was Elvis; he even sang my favorite song for me!"
Not knowing what to say....I tried to change the subject
"The leaves are starting to turn and the yellows and reds are bright this year"
"Don't care about those leaves, they make such a mess in the yard!
Has Elvis ever been to your house?" said senile.
"Why no of course not....he died when I was just a little girl.
Did JFK come along for the ride also??"
Senile says, "No silly he has much more important work in the white house!!"
The little boy reclined in his bed.
Out of reach, by his foot, a blue rose lay.
His mom had been looking for quite a while
for something she thought would make his day.
Where did this come from mama?
She moved it to within his grasp.
When the little boy touched its stem
His mother’s computer recorded a gasp.
The rose, rather limp, in a sad sort of state,
stood straight and firm, back from the dead.
And as he and mom stared in wonder;
one by one by one, each petal turned red.
His short hair, mistaken at first glance
for a buzz cut, military style.
Revealed upon closer inspection,
radiation treatments for a long, long while.
Fact is, this was his last night with mom,
with his cat and his parakeet.
His last night with this magic rose,
left, again wilting, on the sheet.
Later when she could bear the pain,
she went back and gathered his clothes.
All the things of his, she should keep,
but, she could not find the red, red rose.
As she made her way down the long hall,
she glanced from the elevator door,
at a frail little wisp of a girl in bed,
and a long stemmed blue rose on the floor.
© Jun 15 2010 For Mac's "Blue Rose" contest
Pictures in My MInd
My granddaughter sits tall in the saddle
on a white horse she calls Shadow
My grandson struggles to ride his bike
the first time with out trainers
Three year old James flies by on his skooter
saying watch maw maw what I can do
These are pictures in my mind.
Their mom watches proudly as her children grow
Blonde haired just like his mom Grady James
looks just like she did at age two
Now she is all a glow pregnant with her second
My hubby and I sit in our rockers on the deck
watching the grandchildren play
One chasing a paper airplane, one catching a
ball the other dancing with a hoola hoop.
More beautiful pictures in my mind.
A redbird sits on a fence post a worm dangling
from his beak
I see a yellow and black butterfly trying to
land on a bush in the wind
These pictures i hold dear in my mind for you
see blindness has taken my eyes
These are the picutures only in my mind. As they
grow through the years they will always look this
way to me happy and carefree and proud in my mind.
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