Too Good To Be True

He was taken in by her beauty

He felt alive the first moment

When she gently touched him

Her eyes made him feel faint

Dreams played in his mind

Of the future they could have

But her love was poison

She had deceit in her heart

She played him for all he had

And walked out the door smiling

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


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So much pain this year

Today I did hear

Someone so close to me

Met her final destiny

Her heart grew ill

And she lost her will

Now I am forever lost

And at what a cost

It is not sublime

Being stuck in time

Longing for yesterday

And a chance to say

I love you “sis”

You will be missed

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

Down The Road

Like water out of a faucet

The tears fall from my chin

They keep coming and coming

Trying to wash away

This unending pain

The one you left me

When you moved away

Down the drain

Goes my hopes of happiness

No one will ever

Be as important to me

As you were then

You turned away

And got on the bus

Like it was just for a trip downtown

While inside my heart shattered

As I watched the taillights

Fade into the distance

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

The Decade Tag – 2010 to 2020

I was tagged by Sadje at Keep It Alive for the Decade Tag.

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The Decade Tag was created by Jesusluvsall.

Play along guidelines

Please share a link with the creator of the tag –

Share some of your highlights over the past decade, and if you want a few low points

Tag whoever you wish to.

Ask them some questions.

Use any picture appropriate for such a tag.


The last decade for me…

  • I finally had my depression diagnosis and began to get help to cope with it.  Starting to go to my therapist is the best thing I ever did.
  • I met someone who became my best friend and still is to this day.
  • I started my blog.
  • I met my boyfriend of 7 years now.
  • I “adopted” a three legged cat who became my shadow and we rescued a “runt of the liter” from a farm to become our spoiled princess cat.
  • My daughter graduated, got a job and moved into her own place.  I think this is both a highlight (I’m so proud of her) and a low point (empty nest syndrome)
  • I moved into my first apartment at 43 when I left my alcoholic husband.
  • I got my diagnosis of fibromyalgia and began to get treatments to help somewhat.
  • My daughter became engaged.
  • I moved into the house that I grew up in that was left to me and my sister.
  • My daughter became store manager at the coffee shop she works at.
  • I made it to 17 years survival from breast cancer.
  • But the last ten years held a lot of loss… the death of my mom, my three legged cat, and my father.  I also divorced after 20 years of marriage

Questions …

  1. How are you planning to spend the next decade in improving your health? I am trying to lose some weight by eating smaller portions and more fruits and vegetables.  There is not many exercises I can do that won’t flare my fibro but I have started water therapy.
  2. Have you noticed your tastes in music, literature and clothing change drastically over the last 10 years?  Not really.  I still enjoy all genres of music.  I don’t read as much as I used to now with short term memory problems.  And I have become much more comfortable with what I wear – comfort over looks.
  3. How would you rate your last decade in terms of achieving life goals?  There were many major changes for me this last decade but life goals… probably the discipline I get from daily blogging.  I have worked a lot on my writing and hope I entertain some of you a little.
  4. Do you think our planet will be doing well in the next decade?  I can’t see it going any direction other than worse.  We MUST get leaders who are concerned with the planet’s health and welfare or there will be no way to sustain human life any longer down the road.  We all can do our part by electing officials that care,  We can reduce, reuse and recycle.

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This is where I am supposed to tag people to do this… but I hate to leave anyone out.  So, you are all encouraged to answer these same questions and let us know how your decade went.  Thanks again Sadje!

Mumbles … Brush

Today has been a challenging day.  This would have been my Dad’s 84th birthday.  He has been gone almost a year now and I miss him so much.  Tonight, my boyfriend and I played a few games of cribbage.  Dad taught me how to play.  I think that is one of the things I miss most about him.  We would play cribbage, scrabble, do jigsaw puzzles and trivia games.  It is that and some of the most basic things I miss.  I haven’t done if for like 40 years, but I remember as a kid getting his coffee ready in his thermos every night before he went to work on the grave-yard shift.

Simple everyday things can bring back floods of memories.  One of the things I miss a lot is how he would raise one eyebrow at you in question of what you just said or did.  He would shake hands with someone, and I could see the tightness of his grip whenever he did so… he had big strong hands.

But it is not just Dad I am missing tonight; I miss my Mom too.  She has been gone longer and it still hurts as bad.  Tonight’s prompt I am writing for triggered a flood of memories about Mom.  I have had long hair most of my life.  And when I was growing up, I can remember many a day sitting still (or trying to) while Mom would brush my hair to get all the rats out.  I would often beg her to stop when my hair was a particular mess, but now I would give anything to have her brush my hair once more.

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I never knew how badly it would hurt to be without my parents.  I fear I took for granted the time I had with them.  But I do little things like the cribbage games tonight, to try to keep the happy times fresh in my mind.  Have you ever lost someone you were close with and felt you should have spent more time with them?


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


There seems to be a loss,

A dearth if you will,

Of passion in our life.

I don’t know if you don’t care

Or if you have just grown tired.

All I know is I miss your touch

And your attention.

I feel alone so much of the time

Even when you are here.

Is there any way to save us

Or is the loss too great to overcome?


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

The Poem

I keep it hidden
Deep inside a drawer
The one thing you ever gave me
It was a poem written for me
In the darkness of the night
One of longing and love
And a little bit of passion
It was just before I lost you
To the injustice of the day to day
When someone ran a red light
And took you from me
I trace the handwritten words
Every once in a while
Remembering your strong hands
And the way you touched my skin
Then tenderly I return it
To the safety of its home
Until I need that reminder
Of how real our love once was


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

He’s Gone

Your eyes tell a story
No words could explain
The pain
The heartache
The loss
The emptiness
All come forward
Without a word spoken
Your expression speaks volumes
And I could never begin
To ease your discomfort
With mere words of love and hope
All I can offer you
Is a shoulder to cry on
Two arms to hold you
And patience as you heal


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


He walks by
And I stop in my tracks,
He has more than
slight resemblance to you.
I know it can’t be you
Since you’re miles away
And I begin to move on.
It is bad enough
That so many things
Remind me of you,
I don’t need people who do too.
I dab the corner of my eyes,
I feel the sting of loss
And know my arms
Will be empty again tonight.