Old hearts

Hear song played, Hands held, Walking into Walmart last fall, Apart love still flourishes, Real test of love, Together but not, Apart but not,

Pillows

In sixty-three years have had four special pillows, A red stripped that was mine, Mom and Nana’s small pillows, And a once sister’s green stripped pillow, Then I met a long purple pillow, Her owner found me lost, But delivered me to my door today, I no longer have the girl, JoAnna a goody two

No Puerto Rican,

Not the people, The country, Last week my girlfriend stopped me, Her daughter a sister wife was uprooting family off to the Holy land, That was the last I heard, Then my good lady said she was going to visit the country of her birth, Then I was elated means happy, The lady is staying

Are you talking?

To mee? Noooooo! Then whoo! They listen, They never scream back, They cuddle, They never lie, They Never betray, They tolerate weird clothing, They look to you for understanding and concern, When CPTSD me scream u rationally to them and…, Yes at them, Like I can’t tolerate Sophie on my back, Like a crazy women

Life’s better a bit,

When you learn one loved, Still loves you, Living together not, Nearly as important as loving, Till death, And beyond,

Small One by Alex Walsh

Christmas Story,Walt Disney

Upon a wing,

Tonight as I came home, Two wings were a flying, Geese away, Veering out there, Northern Iowa, Twenty twenty one running a month ahead, Early March we had seventy weather, Short sleeves and Tee shirts, If not fast bizarre, April was nice End of May winter returned, Heating bills rose, Why because it was turn

No buddys perfect,

Wrong! Smiles are perfect, Babies all are perfect, When I feel lost, I write, When its possible an advertisement reaches out, Touchest my lonliness, That happen yesterday, I found a baby grey calico, Like Sophie, In a farmer seeking homes for baby kittens, So today I drove to Brandon Iowa. Tonight my purpose reset. Its

If life were just

Moments, Void of sadness, Giggles, Vacant of loss, Drives with you where I. could see your face, Parting is like a Nicholas Sparks book, Peoples opinions are not mine,

Do tears touch you?

Do you still see wonder? Do shooting star cause you to pause? Do you laugh right out loud,alone? Fireworks do the grip you? Do you think of her smile? Does a tear over flow your eye too? Does mine, Did you tell her shes beautiful? If unsure do it now, Do it now!