those who pass away
live on in your heart
and cross your mind
every day
when I make coffee
I think about Lee
when I snap my fingers
I think about Rob
when I iron
I think about Lee
when I see the bay
I think about Rob
multiple times
every day
they cross my mind
as if they’re walking around up there
life is supposed to mean something
yet for some
it doesn’t
it’s just another day to do
nothing
it’s just another time to have
selfish needs met
it’s just another hour to be
pleased
thinking only of self
and how to make that feel good
to others
life is breath
a meaning more than living
a deepness that is touched
by being love
for others
a closeness of the self
they were meant to be
life is something
that if lost
can never be gained back
we only live once
why do some want to waste it
why do some not want to talk
about the One who created it
why do some only hope for the best
after life
instead of learning
and knowing
and embracing what’s next
one thing’s for sure
I’m tired of having thoughts
that welcome death
some people
need breath to laugh
but I
need laughter
to breathe
my dad
trying to remember
without forgetting
I remember his chuckle
and the way his eyes smiled
I remember his stride
and trying to keep up
I remember him taking us
to play tennis
I remember him
having lunch ready
I was his back scratcher
his daughter
I don’t remember
any kisses or hugs
but sometimes
love looks different
I remember his laugh
and the way he smelled
I remember his eyes
and the way he looked at me
I remember his love
and miss him
there was a time
when I forgot on purpose
but now I remember intentionally
In March of 2004, my dad died.
In November of 2005, I found out about it.
So, here I am, in the middle of the night, wondering about it.
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when your loved one dies
you’re left holding the bag
of ashes
of hopes
of dreams
slowly draining out
of the hole in the bag
January twenty-fifth
the date darkness
planned an abortion
and a suicide
the date heaven
witnessed a marriage
between ex’s
there’s always a way
to override darkness
and live a life of victory
through Jesus
love is a choice
to love God is a choice
to love others is a choice
to love yourself is a choice
in the blink of an eye
a mind can be changed
in either direction
so focus on the good
Abortion pill. Broken. Cost: a life.
I get so mad
when the enemy wins
when he’s given control
by free will
to murder
to rape
to neglect
to abort
you can’t convince me
that God’s in control
when darkness reigns
it’s against His Character
no
there’re times when
hell rejoices
from having it’s way
I wonder if the rejoicing’s
the same as in heaven
when one’s found
the angels sing
well when one’s lost
does hell throw a party
wonder if we loved those
through their darkness
how that’d mess up the enemy’s
thinking
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