Can’t believe you’ve been gone this many years my little girl
Heaven is much richer for you
Every day I feel that empty spot in my heart
Realizing you are still there, just that I can’t physically hold you
Until I get to hear you laugh again as you fly
Because of your angel wings
Mancini didn’t like going to school
At least that’s what he told his parents
Reality was he loved school
Kind of didn’t make sense till you knew why
Everyone made fun of his scent
Despite how much his dog loved leaving it
Don’t let the world label you, become your own definition
Empower your own voice and speak up for your causes
Fortify your spirit of resolve and push on through
You might not know who you are yet, but you are still the expert on you
Calculating the best move
He pointed his wingman to move in
Everything seemed perfect about her
Cascading red hair framing her heavenly pale face
Knowing her friend was fully engaged by his man, it was now show time
Moving in for the kill he broke out his fifty million dollar smile
Asking her what was her drink of choice
Too bad she pointed out she was the designated driver
Even though she held a gin and tonic in her hand
We home school our kids. When people find out, they occasionally point out reasons why that’s a bad idea. They worry about our kids being properly socialized. They worry that our kids will have holes in their education. They worry that our kids are getting out of some pieces of childhood that are integral to becoming functional adults.
My kids found out the true negative to being home schooled. They are currently learning at the dining room table while their public schooled compatriots enjoy a day off. Time for me to break out a bottle of wine and enjoy the misery.
Always wanting some more
Doing whatever it takes to recapture that feeling
Doesn’t last nearly long enough anymore
Instead life crashes in, bringing the darkness and sickness
Causing me to doubt I can survive this trip
Till I take my next fix, but it never cures my brokeness
Small drops of water landed on the parched brown soil, darkening it to a life giving brown black. Cheryl could almost see the small violet rooted in that soil quiver as the life giving moisture rained slowly down around the withered plant.
To Cheryl, each tear felt like a little bit of her soul escaping into the universe. Larry had been gone for only three days, but they were the longest three days of her life. Larry would have scolded her that she had squandered those days mourning. Seize the day had been his motto. Now the only thing seizing was her heart after each beat, waiting to determine if she was going to follow him to the other side. Even there she was failing.
Yet here she was giving life to the last plant Larry had in his apartment. Larry was a lot of awesome things, but having a green thumb was not one of them. The poor thing almost beat Larry to the punch. Now this was what his physical legacy was to her. Tucking it inside her purse carefully, Cheryl left Larry’s apartment one last time. The plant needed a better water source, and she needed to seize the day.