Happy B-day Stephermini

We were SO poor but so happy when we were all together!

missed Natalia

I lay my head upon the urn
of cold uncaring stone

Ode to baby spice

Blessed peacefulness finally attained

This beloved companion beastie

I see your eyes.

8 1/2 hours is too long

Holy Testical Tuesday!

tuesday

Fishing with my man

Fishing…
 
Oh to fish with you!
I now so love fishing…
I can’t wait to do it again!
 
The lake shimmering
The breeze blowing wee translucent clouds
In front of the sun
The bugs humming, close, some times too close
Birds sing, chortling, tweeting…
 
I look up occasionally to see you looking back
You star filled eyes boring into mine
You love me!
And you love fishing
 
Fishing [...]

Then no words seem appropriate

poem of grief

Love Me

Love me to me face, so I can see you lovely eyes, speaking to my heart.

No longer Blind

when an abuser is set free

I am a work in progress

I am a work in progress

As are we all

Although most don’t realize it