Shoulda Coulda Woulda

Shoulda kept my mouth shut
Coulda been on the path of my dreams
Woulda it really have made a difference

Only Child

The girl with the chestnut hair
She didn't know how to share
Until she was grown
And had children of her own
She was my own and only
They taught her how not to be lonely

My Daughter

A daughter brings rainbows and sunshine to brighten your days
with joy and laughter in her loving ways
A daughter is to cherish and hold
as she grows older opinions may become bold
A daughter is an enchanting blessing that comes from within
to love unconditionally forever and again

Breaking Apart

My fractured and dismembered family
It's sad they don't want to communicate with me
As I slow down and grow older I have so much to give
Taching out to just live
I will do my part to stay in touch
It's such a loss for the kids involved with Mommy's issues and such
One day there will be time for reflections to mate
Fore I have already passed through Hell's gate

Loss Of Faith

I feel completely and utterly destroyed
My doctor does not believe in me anymore
I have become a canumdrum
Since I'm moving I'm no longer his problem

The Report

I have an allergy in my cells?
After two go rounds you'd think there would be bells
Going off in his head
The cause A Big Fat ? Mark he'd written on the report instead
No suggestions of research of the cause
You'd think he needs to take pause
To delve into his desk reference book
Or to the internet for solutions to look
Maybe he would gain some insight
And I would be able to sleep through the night
To start the journey of my dreams
To wake up without the screams

My Rock

Thank you for being there, that showed you care enough
To take on Mr. Reaper, that must have been tough
The race with the Reaper is now in the past
Without you she would have been dead last
You gave back what would have been lost
At such a considerable cost
Of yourself being caught off guard
I'm proud of you for taking charge
It must have been intense, watching those seconds tick...tock
For this action you took I'm eternally grateful; after all she is my rock

The Point

The Tooth Fairy is a fake, but the Closet Monster is real. It's true. I met him; twice, once as a child and my next encounter as a fully grown mature adult. Some people with closed minds have no idea of what reality is. They are the ones who check under their bed before retiring for the night praying for fame and fortune; for themselves, not giving a rats P-Do-D for anyone or anything. These are the people who excel at making other people's lives a living hell! I've had my fair share of these pesky little critters and it took years of looking inward to rid myself of these spirit killers. Unfair? Life is just that; cruel and unforgiving. Do not become complacent within that bubble; a sharp prick and POOF!...Gone. What you've lost is nothing in comparison to what you have gained that will be passed on to others. If you just happen to be one of the fortunate few to be chosen; shown the way in...There are no boundaries for those that have found the point.

Say When

It's not about freeing the radicals
It's this bloody dependent sabbatical
Mood swings and stress levels running on high
So thankful for the rent-a-man with option to buy
Body broken and dreams shattered it's emotionally rough
Safe within the bubble yet when is it time to say I've had enough

The Market

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, aka O.C.D.; my daughter accused me of having this affliction one day when we were at the market. I didn't know what O.C.D. was until that day... a lot of other people were enlightened as well; as she observes me re-arrange some items in the cart she blurts out, "MOM! YOU'VE GOT O.C.D.!" she said this with such intensity that I darn near jumped out of my skin; was it that she used such a big word for an eight year old and she knew it's definition? or was it the delight in knowing something I didn't.
I respond rather quickly,"I like my cart organized; it's a quirk." I was hoping she would drop the topic; no such luck. She replies,"But Mom; you do it all the time; it's embarrassing". "Well golly gee whiz honey that's my job...so; are we there yet?" I said with a smirk.

The Reaper v. The Taxman

Mr. Reaper is patient...It's due process, when your number is up; it's up. There are no bargains, deals or debates. If you have never tasted that piece of pie in the sky... when the time comes (and it will) Mr. Reaper is there; waiting for you, and in that out stretched fiendish hand is his promise to you; the deed to the proverbial farm. It's yours free and clear; all he asks in return is for your soul.You come into this world with nothing kicking and screaming and you leave it maybe just a little wiser. It's the same all over. There is no escape, no one gets out alive fore the taxman cometh; to take what he thinks is his from the few that have temporarily staved him off to the many that feel they can cheat him out of his hunger. So, take what you may; try if you can. I will live again, in another time and at another place. I am an old soul with many past lives; yet only a few in this souls current life that truly gets me. There is nothing for certain except death and taxes.

Fret not of the past or the future
All of which is uncontrollable
Otherwise the future is blind

A Rude Awakening

It's six o'clock in the morning when it hits, quite suddenly and unexpected. A squeezing pain in the center of the chest, odd; it feels like a charlie horse one would get in the leg after exercising, only I'm not exercising! I'm in bed asleep, dead to the world until 5:59:59 that is.
Rising up on all fours, mouth agape, tongue stiffening upwards towards the roof of my mouth unable to breathe (or I am and just don't know it) fixated on what is about to happen to my body. It feels like someone is holding on to my heart and slowly squeezing it until it stops beating; a one point I thought it had. I can feel the adrenalin now; the white noise is in the background waiting to pounce, sending me off and in to the abyss. I can hear myself say... No! No! Oh No! Not Now! I called out to GP...he is at my side in a (ha-ha)...heartbeat. I was able to utter these few words...Medicine Cabinet...Baby Aspirin...One. I can hear him cursing as he fumbles with an apparently new box and foil seal; (in any other circumstance it would have been funny) G returns quickly to my side and places one orange flavored baby aspirin in my mouth, as I chew and wait for the magic that will take away the pain; only then did I realize it had already occurred right before my eyes.

Third Time Around

Unemployed for the third time
Not collectin' a dime
This ain't a charm
It's causin' harm
And rockin' the boat
Treddin' water to stay afloat
Six years into a ten year note
This is no joke
Fallin' further behind
Only temporarily blind
Little is left to call our own
On a waiting list for a home

Disbelief

Zippered and Crack!
Now she's outta whack
That doctor was not a nice man
As she rose attempting to stand
Along came her friend
Telling her grass will bend
As the blinders came off
What was said was not soft
He thinks you are only here for the drugs
All I could do was shrug
He doesn't know me at all
This is not the valley of the dolls
Oh golly gee
That was a very expensive P

Old Souls

No one thought much
of that first touch
The warmth of the hand
we understand
When old souls greet
and the eyes meet
we understand
That there is no end
the eyes recognize
We are the prize

Sore Feet

Today is your birthday and you are eighty-three
You've done so much for my siblings and me
Working so hard to make ends meet
Coming home with sore feet
We were so young
Not knowing what was done
Only to complain
Unaware of the strain
We were in a zone
Now we are grown
Understanding of your sacrifice
It's our turn to roll the dice
And when they fall
We will stand tall
You brought us up right
Because we are still in the fight