Thirty-seven moves in my married life.
I jumped into each new situation ready to make friends.
There is almost always something I like about everybody.
I drag them home to introduce them to my husband.
He’s not as fond of people as I am.
Now I had friends.
Bam!
We moved again.
One time a minister came to welcome me to the neighborhood.
She was too late. I had been there a month.
I was rude, because I was busy packing.
Moving again.
Another time my children got on a school bus with three gerbils.
To give them away, because we were moving across country.
Two enormous dogs and three cats were enough trouble for the car ride.
Moving became my way of life.
People asked if my husband was in the military.
They knew I wasn’t because I did not have combat boots.
He didn’t either, but no one knew him or me.
Because we were always moving.
outside my front door
millions of raindrops fall down
a distant rumble
Along the Turkish lanes - I had to ,
An outcast with face held high,
But with the lowered in soul,
Where the yellow walls
Are scratching the shoulders without touching,
I think of you.
Almost found a way to escape for days,
That you can count with one fist.
From this not native country to native,
To that native bed where you were not every night ,
Not hours in a row,
But just sometimes.
*Gojo, a gypsy name, means beautiful.
When your computer screams
about your ‘silent moves’?
You missed the point.
Thirty seven years have gone by
Each moment fulfilling
Seeing you, heart let’s out a sigh
Pure joy, over spilling
Together, hand in hand
Destiny, by God planned
Life beauteous and grand
Rapture that endears
Thirty seven years
01-October-2021
Quietus
Having a broken
leg means no fun except for
laughing at my jokes
Here I am just me and my thoughts, it's time like this it's
you I always find myself thinking of, there's not enough
time in a day for us to spend together so I just pray I
make it to see the next. Everything about you seems so
right how could I ever go left, till death do us part Yeah
that'll be a blessing and you're the only one for me so
when I look at you there's no such thing to me as sloppy
seconds, a week without you makes me weak, once you
find the one you been awaiting to be with you no longer
wanna go fishing for anyone else because it might make
you sea sick so I guess what I'm really trying to say is....I
Miss You
my birthday
it comes once a year
I enjoy thee attention
the thought of people thinking of me
of my mother still sending money
of my husband forgetting,
but getting us invited to Red Lobster just the same
of my kids making homemade cards
of customer's wishing me happy birthday
and feeling like a kid again
opening presents and eating cake
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