14 November 2009

There are the Years

These are the Years

These are the years, the gentle years,
the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers
reach and touch
and little eyes gaze
with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly
and so so much,
these are the gentle years.
These are the years, the rainbow years,
the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter
and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch
with misty eyes
the tiny bed
where a cherub lies,
these are the rainbow years.
These are the years, the tender years,
the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasure
from above
is the soul and purpose
and center of
your plans and dreams
and dearest love,
these are the tender years.
- Barbara Burrow

10 November 2009

November Spawned a Monster: An Ode to the Month of B's Birth ;)

November Spawned a Monster -Morrissey

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"But Jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good of
the bad that's been done?"

And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(Or anywhere?) ohh..no

Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to the kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.

So sleep and dream of love
Cause it's the closest
You will get to love ohh
Love
That November
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind

Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself

08 November 2009

Coincidence or Craziness?

On the 4th of October, Malachy passed away.
On the 4th of November, Bernard broke his fifth metatarsal of his left foot.
It is with great anticipation that I await the 4th of December.

I Shall Close My Eyes

I am really missing my puppy dog right now. It still seems so quiet without him, especially in the tranquility of the night. I shall close my eyes, and for a fleeting moment, he will once again be in my arms...if only in my mind.

01 November 2009

Happy Birthday!


Happy Birthday Mom!