Birthday #75...

'tis true.
no boo-hoos, please. 
I have a lot of good words
left in me
just waiting to be spewed.

(It's better than staying 74 forever.) 

 

 

 

 

(birthday present
to myself) 

Please do...

read a poem.
write a poem.
speak a poem.

It begins...

Paperwork and red tape. and phone calls, many phone calls.

She didn't have a will.
House in her name only, car...same.

Time to find a lawyer.

 

Funeral was yesterday. She looked beautiful. 

Missing...

gone
from here.
but not
from memory.
may there be
peace
and beauty
where
the soul now
resides.
remember us.

Not good-bye...