It has taken me years to accept my guilt Always looking at my mistakes on life’s quilt They say “I should’ve know better” Then “I would’ve done better” Heartbreak and booze, is the devil’s milk.
My version of a friendship might not be like yours Open and honest sometimes critical to the core Those who have this friend will admit Hours, days and years of the time spent Earn a spot on the list, of life’s greatest gifts Rarely does one say, Mom you are it.
I call him Buggy Birthed beautifully in the middle of November A boy with big brown eyes Batting his long lashes, blushing with pride He is bigger now, just about to turn four Bouncing around buoyantly The kid is never a bore Building blocks and robots Overflow in his toy box But remember, bath time without bubbles You will be in for brief rumble Bursting with laughter The busy-body Bugs bolts to his bed To read a book, while Mommie rubs his head Bundled in his favorite blanket, he closes his eyes Buggy is now tucked in, beloved, goodnight.
1. Remembering days Through the ponds reflection Grey hair turned brown Recognizing her eyes, bright Adolescence has now past 2. She hardly spoke now Allowing her tears to speak Volumes to no end One tear for her survival One tear for her happiness