paper glass shredded the elasticity of a dream for something more
yesterday's memory left a package at the back door
my true love, you made me out to be nothing but a joke
putting me on hold, in the darkness, after each time we spoke
the beast is broken by the mystery of the night
facilitation of anger against nothing left to fight
and to the hypocrite who calls my angel your number one
keep your let downs because you treat her as if she were none
an embarrassment to nothing because that’s all I ever was
they say playing with the shadows is all he ever does
what you gave me is what I have left to hold on to
distance with no end is all love put me through
an inadequate and emotionally impoverished soul
the pieces that never really fit into a whole
walking into the wind with nothing left to show
holding back the tears in the process of letting go
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
In Her Passing
A woman of strength who held us all together through the years
A woman who faced the challenges and stood up against her fears
So gentle, and so kind, she embodied so much I wished I could be
One light of God that will always shine down on you and me
Her loving touch, her patient ways, something we all could learn
She gave us so much love and never asked for anything in return
A gift from heaven manifested here on this earth for a short while
It was amazing to hear her laugh and to watch her smile
In the best of times and the worst of times she was always there
And even in our darkest hour she comforted our despair
To her, we could do no wrong and she always tried so hard to make a fit
And even when our hope was lost her smile was there in spite of it
She was the wind beneath so many wings
And in our hearts her song forever sings
In her passing nothing will ever be the same
But she would want us to smile every time we hear her name
07/01/10 –For Hazel Moody
By: Your Grandson (Billy Wilder)
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