Memories
So… Patrick Swayze died today. My mom loved Patrick Swayze. If I remember correctly, I think she even had a poster of him up in the laundry room for a while. Anyways, that got me thinking about my mom and well, here’s a little late night glimpse into my mind.
Memory on Her Mind
She’s got a cup of coffee in her hand and a memory on her mind.
They said it would get easier, easier in time.
Such a minor truth for such major pain, and memories that just add up.
The tears she tries so hard to stop could fill that coffee cup.
Who was that girl, years ago, whose future seemed so right?
A family, a home, a place to go, fewer worries late at night.
To see the sorrow in her eyes, you have to look so deep.
She hides it well beneath a smile – that pain that she still keeps.
A year end wrap up…
It’s a little late for the end of the year, but I realized I haven’t really been posting anything that I’ve written.Sooo… I am going to post a few poems I wrote this past year. I know, I know, don’t quit my day job – right (sis that “right” is especially for you) but what else is a blog for but to subject my loyal 8 readers to whatever I want 
This one is from sometime in September I think…
You Were There
Even when I doubted and couldn’t believe,
that this is really what you had in store for me.
You were there.
I quietly cried and silently prayed,
asking you to wrap me tight in your arms.
You were there.
When no one else could hold me,
you made me feel safe.
You were there to see me through,
even in the moment I lost faith.
And this one is from last month (it’s pretty corny, but it’s ok because I know it)
I Skip a Beat
I think I’m going crazy.
I can’t put it into words,
but every path my mind takes,
leads me straight to you.
This that and the other,
it doesn’t seem to matter.
I stop, I pause, I skip a beat,
and my thoughts all turn to you.
I’m driving in my car,
maybe sitting at a light,
I stop and think how nice it’d be,
if you were at my right.
I think about my future,
and always find a place,
to fit you in to every day,
so I can see your face.
In my head I know this,
and everything we have is true,
but in reality I’m scared and nervous,
to speak two words to you.
I wish I could tell you how I feel,
and how great that it would be,
if all these dreams came true,
and you could fall for me.
Pure Joy
Can you ever feel it?
Would you even know?
Is it in a smile,
or like a breeze blowing by?
I’m sure it’s a rush
felt like a shiver,
so quick there is barely
time to think,
“Wow this is it!”
Eight Thirty Eyes
It’s the deep color of sky, shortly after dusk,
when the sky is a soul awakening color of blue.
So clear and so calm that nothing else could possibly matter.
This is what I want to see
when I look into your eyes.
I will know when I see you,
that no one else will ever
know me like you will,
no one else will ever
make me feel like you will,
and no one else will ever
matter as much as you will.
Is it presumptuous to feel so much
without knowing you, without seeing you?
I don’t know for sure,
but I’ll wait.
