She thinks she’ll probably die today,
A little, anyways, inside;
For he’ll go on his merry way
While she is left there to decide
How to dispose of love’s remains,
The home for which she’s grieving still:
She thinks she’ll probably cry today
And heaven knows
She will
You know a person, or a town
For years and years, but you’re not done;
I’ve known you many kinds of ways,
But learning’s everyday more fun
And somehow makes the cherishing
More vivid and intense;
For both of you, my life, my love
My slam-right-now and all-years-hence
The world, I think, is ready now
For all that you might bring;
The music no one’s ever heard
That only you can sing —
So live the dreams you wanted to,
And do what you can do:
The world, I think, is ready now,
And so, I’m sure,
Are you
It’s easy to forget
As life
Can our true goals obscure
That all you want is
For them
To be happy and secure
You ask them to behave
For you
Believe one day they’ll find
True happiness will but
Be found
If they’re both fair and kind
And yet you have this moment
They are
Here, and hale, and whole —
But you know all you want –
It might
Just be past your
Control
Love didn’t
Just make her, it’s what
Sustains her
= = = = =
(Moments between a mother and a daughter – Owen)
Ok. The marriage didn’t work.
We’re now each happy (very) —
Perhaps it’s safe to say nice things,
Though not quite
Customary…
When first we were divorced, it was
My son and me at home;
We had a yard sale
Nobody showed up to.
He was just five years old, and he
Had put up toys for sale –
Nobody came. Nobody
Wanted them
The tears were in his eyes, when I
Saw a familiar vehicle;
His mom showed up
To sample all his wares
And bought from him some toys that she
Had giv’n him in the first place.
But he was proud and happy,
Just the same.
And I was grateful to her, grateful
That she was concerned
Enough to see how well his sale
Was going
A lot of folks have ex’s, and
There is much heartache there,
But Lord knows I was grateful to her
That day
He’s older now, and troubled;
He has been quite cruel to her.
He’s struggled with addiction,
Mental illness —
But all that time, she has kept up
A cheerful willingness
To help him how she can and
When she could
And recently, they’ve reconnected.
I am very glad,
As he’s much better with her than
Without her
With all that she put up with,
Hell, she could have walked away:
I don’t know if I could have
Stayed the course —
For one thing I have learned: sometimes,
I’ve been a decent father,
But I’m a lousy mother,
Always was
The cares of many has she borne these days.
The shoulder slopes, the back is sore and bent;
Her sleepless mind is burning, and it weighs
The possibilities,
And all they represent
The gifts that she has left to give are few;
Just useless wheels upon a broken road –
Her churning mind keeps turning back to you,
To lighten or to share
Your ever-crushing load
And yet she’ll sing a song there in the night,
A mother’s song of love that never dies;
To bring a darkened flower to the light,
And give birth to a truth
From out of all those lies
I watched a wedding yesterday
As beautiful as any that I’ve ever seen:
Two lovely, gypsy souls who found each other;
Who each could have been happy
With no one at all
Had they never met each other.
Married outdoors, as the sun set over the hill,
Two faces so radiant with joy, I’m betting
It could seen from space.
Now, I’m driving home
And another blasted sunset
Has been gifted me;
Like loud, Lebanese music
From a wedding reception,
That fades into a lasting smile
On the face of the driver —
