Seeing Spots

Another tear falls

Leaving a spot on my shirt

It is just salt water

But the dark spot bothers me

Today I want to honor her

And I want it to be perfect

Not marred by tears

But that slow release

Of liquid from my eyes continues

And if I look past my aggravation

I can see it is not ruining anything

In fact the release of each tear

Alleviates a little of the pain I have

Trying to say goodbye

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – alleviate

Mumbles … Milquetoast

So, I am still behind.  And I sit here facing the word milquetoast with a blank look on my face.  Or maybe that is just the way I always look?  I am throwing the towel in tonight.  I am just not thinking clear enough to write about something that is bland or feeble.  But I am having a flash back to my youth when I would be recovering from being sick and some of the first food my Mom would make me is milk toast.  These little things keep popping up that make me miss my Mom and Dad all over again.  We are planning out our Halloween decorations and I know Mom would have loved to have seen it.  Dad is missed with the Saturday college football game season upon us.  Does it ever stop hurting?  I still feel like they are just out for errands or something.  Thankfully I have a lot of good memories, and a large collection of photos.  I hope you all have a good weekend!  (((HUGS)))


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – milquetoast


When they bury your body
I won’t say goodbye
I refuse to let go
Our time was too short
It just isn’t fair
When they bury you
Can I crawl in beside you
Life without you is pointless
This emptiness is too much
It just isn’t fair

When they bury my life
I will be but a shell left behind
My heart was yours
It no longer beats
It just isn’t fair