Remaining...

after so long
there's no strength
left for the
fight needed
to go on and
stay a while
longer.
Quiet as an empty
chapel.
Turn out the light
when you leave.

if what?...

there's no way
to know
what might have been
what could have been
if

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.