I did the same thing with my kindergarten teacher. She wanted me to drink my milk and I wouldnt. She sent me to my cubby and I called her a fatso. That was the first and last time I've ever called anyone a name...because I made her cry. Thank you for the memory recall...

The Spring of life
Is when we are new
No struggles and strife
No awareness of the world being askew
Babies growing, smiles showing
Children smiling, hurt unknowing

The Summer of life
Is for explorations
Full of teenage rites
The excitement and expectations
Stolen kisses, sexuality and wishes
Becoming your own person, thoughts and desires bursting

The Fall of life
Is for retrospection
Have you done what you’ve wanted
Regrouping and advancing through introspection
Time is still there for promises made
Either to others or yourself, made, not in vain

The Winter of Life
Is for being true to thyself
Have you been a good person, whether in poverty or wealth?
Change what you need to, before you lie down in that bed you’ve made
If the answer is yes…smile as you lay there to rest your weary head
At the end of your fourth season, memories planted by seeds of time,
will replenish the love, in your body’s stead

No regrets Sadie...just moving forward and seeing of what is and never giving up on what can be...right? Loved it!

Sadie-you are absolutely right...there is a book in there waiting to be published...you may be surprised in the end that it won't be by "self". Thank you so much for sharing so much of yourself...loved it!

"I want to live
long enough to love
and love enough
to live forever" Loved that!!!

poppashroom...so sorry for your loss...bastet-what a wonderful write to make tribute for the loss...how often have any of us done exactly that...made a heart in the sand and watch as it's washed away...

What a lucky man you are! Thanks for sharing....

I wonder if that's why there is always three sides to every story-yours, theirs and then the TRUTH! Just sayin...

Love you Tazz!

My son told me before he left for work!

Thanks Mig for the inspiration...




It’s not reading minds
that’s expected from you
It’s finding time
listening to our words
not reading clues

It’s a lot of work
through all of our hurt
trying to smile
in the midst of your smirks
and in the end
does he really know your worth?

He calls the sister of the sister in law
Birthday wishes to her, it what he’s giving
It was him that she grabbed and she pawed
Those are the memories that I recall when
We all were together this past Thanksgiving
He says shut up-she is his friend.

So is that compromise
or thinking of one?
He is the one having the fun
Wisdom comes from experiences shared
Hearts become damaged-worn from care
Emotions untied?! Or just spent from tears that’s she’s cried?

Gifts purchased is not what’s desired
Being true to her and making the time
Will lift your love higher
Roses and pedicures do not prove you care
It’s not her friends but yours
who will know your feet bare

In your heart and your mind
Take her when you go
Then the lover you trust
Will be the best friend you know
No maybe’s about it, just wait and see
Communication will grow, a peacefulness from arguments, that will never be.

"Memories mixed with today's rejection.
Love mixed with heartache."...loved these two lines. Nice!

Thanks everybody. Bastet...I'm a huge fan of your work, your compliment means alot. Up2us, thanks so much. Tazz-words with Smiley's - cant get better than that!Iam4u-thank you!

I think it's wonderful that you are expressing your feelings and that is never bad.

I wish I could write like you. no matter how hard I try-I always end up having to have it rhyme. You write beautifully

Closer and closer, we get, you and I,
Inch by inch, it fills the hollow
Slowly- as if it’s entrance may be denied
Our eyes are locked-nothing about this moment weak or shallow
Finally, the journey completed -neither is scared-both of us sigh

Now to explore the surroundings within
Movement ensues-hearts pounding begins…like waves of an incoming tide
The crests become more intense-heat is abundant
We’ve built this storm-fighting for its strength-drenched outside
Release-our only acceptable winning incumbent

Faster and faster the tidal wave is near
Clutching and holding but not out of fear
The rhythm is found, it’s time to let go
Wanting to take you with me, as well, we both know
Then it comes crashing down and out pours our cries…

Hearts finally calming and just for a moment
Smiles touch lips, peacefulness-the reward for atonements
Adrenaline raced but the level is waning
Holding hands and kisses, we are exchanging
Just as we started-it ends with a sigh…

The emptiness is filled-leaving warm fulfillment inside.

Men are visual beings-that being said-they are more apt to cheat. Women are emotional beings-yes we may have attractions-but are less apt to act on them. At least if you're 40 something or older. The twenty somethings are a different story. Alot of people from that age group don't even consider certain sexual acts-sex. It's all in the interpretation - that's just mine.

Life is amazing iam4u! Amazing is my favorite word...how can you top it? maybe all the others that didn't work out have led you to the appreciation you now have for the "one" you are talking with now...everything happens for a reason...or so they say. Congrats on the new grandbaby...every blessing to you and your family!

Very thoughtful of you! Hope your friend finds her way out.