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How should I tell him?

7/25/2014

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It seems that the rainbow has disappeared

from our sky

once again.

Everything returned back to normal

or as normal as can be.

It's as if precious time had stood still.

My husband and I even enjoyed our first ever cruise together

and the kids stayed at home

to watch over the dogs.

I confirm my happiness with the fact that I am a very lucky woman

to be able to enjoy my 2nd honeymoon

with the man I love and adore.

Of course, coming back home

should have been the easiest thing in the world

but only now I know it to be the hardest time of my life.

Just how should I tell him?

I don't want to break his spirit

after all that we have gone through.

My dear devoted husband took a leave of absence

from his work

just to stay home and be with me.

I think that is the greatest love story ever told.

Of course my feelings are most definitely mixed.

I look and feel healthy from the outside

so he doesen't know yet.

The bad news has already crushed me on the inside

and it's these very intimate thoughts

which torture me like a private hell.

So how should I tell him?

The man who resides on the other side of my still beating heart.

The father of our 3 supportive and now grown up children.

The beacon of light who has always shown me the way home.

Just how should I tell him

.... that my cancer has come back once again.

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Planet Kissmiass

7/24/2014

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In a parallel universe

where the chicken

is king

they were no longer on the food chain

and it gave them reason

to sing.

Like a man with his head cut off

all he could do

was run

and the chicken was in the kitchen

watching

all of this fun.

So the chicken king cried out

"his ass belongs

to me"

and it was the humans instead

who succumbed

to culinary slavery!

"How dare they call us chicken shit

when the process

is in reverse

and as a human pot pie

what can be

much worse?

Up here on Planet Kissmiass

that's how

it shall remain

as you serve up

my ravenous appetite

on a plate of chow mein.

So bring his ass over

and throw him

into the pot.

For Colonel Sanders

is a chicken shit

just like I thought!"

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A stranger walks among us

7/20/2014

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The rabbit said to the squirrel

and the birds

up there

to please

be still

and stay aware.

In an unguarded moment

our tranquility

could be at stake

as Mother Nature's fragile heart

is so easy

to break.

Hush little babies

and remain

close by.

Your life should be sacred

but someone

could deny

your very existence

in this forest

of enchanted peace.

Let God smile upon us

and His love

never cease.

Your heart beats rapidly

and so does

mine.

by praying this tension passes

and everything 

will be fine.

We must keep

on a silent vigil

as one will never know

if this stranger

who walks among us

is a friend or a foe?

Then the rabbit and the squirrel

took a big sigh

of relief

and the white dove

up above

also shared that belief.

The man we all know

as Jesus

sat silently on the ground

giving thanks

to all God's creatures

and to the heaven that He found.

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Ladybug on my shoulder

7/9/2014

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It was a summer of miracles

with each visit

to you.

I had been moved

by your presence

through a tangible clue.

The first time,

I cried,

and it wouldn't be the last.

I kept returning

with an open heart

and my mind on the past.

She landed on my shoulder

as I lay

by your grave.

So I thought about you

and the moments

we'd crave

to be together

under the sun

and receive a lift

from the glory of God's creatures

who make up

nature's gift.

Everytime

I came back

to your resting place

there was a message

of love

from the ladybug's embrace.

With the cold winds

of fall

the ladybug disappeared

and losing contact

with you

is just what I feared.

Summer miracles

would have to wait

with a hopeful return

and it's the ladybug

on my shoulder

for whom I yearn.

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The little cloud that cried

7/7/2014

11 Comments

 
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He certainly wasn't popular

with the other clouds

in the sky

as the little grey cloud

had a predispostion

to cry.

The other clouds were soft

and pillowly

and covered in white

and it left the little grey cloud

feeling

a bit uptight.

He kept to himself

and on sunny days

he hid

for it was an inferiority complex

in which

he slid.

The other clouds called him a baby

and a precipitation

of pain

as their days

would be spoiled

by his constant rain.

If a social pariah and loser

was his lot

in life

how could he overcome

his anxiety

and ease his strife?

Luckily,

Mother Nature

must have a balance too

where equal amounts

of rain

were overdue.

The little grey cloud

had a reason

to cry

or else the crops

and the flowers

would all just die.

The sun would come back

to do

his thing

and the harmony

allowed the green grass of summer

to openly sing.

So please cheer up

little cloud

of grey.

For you are

most beautiful

in your own way.

It's important

that you exist

and prove your worth

to keep

everything growing

on planet earth.

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In your mirror (is where you'll always find me)

7/6/2014

8 Comments

 
Picture

I hate this cancer

for what it's done

to you

and every little thing

that you've gone

through.

My heart is an anchor

on the bottom

of the sea.

Why can't God take note

and just let you

free?

I confess I'm strong

but deep down

inside

I am a broken man

who has been cheated

and denied.

Your smile has not changed

since

the day we met.

Although,

of this outcome,

I'll never be set.

I try to smile

in order to show

my strength.

In truth your suffering

has gone on

for a length.

I sit here everyday

and hold a hand

that's weak.

If there were an answer

then my conscience

would seek

a way to help you

rise

from this bed

and reach

the 50th anniversary

of the day we were wed.

In your mirror

is where

you'll always find me

with a hope

together

we'll end this misery.

My love is flourishing

and can only

grow.

You're still the same

pretty girl

from all those years ago.

 

 

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The sweet taste of our youth

7/3/2014

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Picture

You scraped your knee

so I held

your hand.

The tears still fell.

I tried

to understand.

It was my fault.

I pullled the wagon

too fast

but tears

on a little girl

can never last.

I promised you a bounty

of sweets

from the candy store

while bragging

I'd been there

once before.

It's on the other

side

of this busy road

but if mom finds out

we'll both

get told.

You're no longer crying

as you jump

back on.

I can tell by your smile

the hurt

has gone.

Let's embark on our adventure

now.

I have a quarter to spend.

It's funny how

the anticipation

can always mend

my little sister

who puts her life

in mine

because trust is a gift

that only love

can define.

So please,

before we get there

and you fill your tum

remember

to keep your mouth shut

and don't tell mum!

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Breathlessly I paint (my mind with your smile)

7/1/2014

15 Comments

 
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In every life

there's a moment

you were destined to embrace.

On that day of a thousand tomorrows

I shall remember

your face.

With the blossom

of your lovely countenance

forever in my head

it opened my heart

and revived the man

I thought was dead.

They say that love is an intangible

but now

I could see

the very essence

of why humanity

has the potential to be free.

Of course

beauty is often fleeting

in the blink of an eye.

So I must cherish your aura

until the day

I die

as I pick up a brush

and linger

awhile

and breathlessly I paint

my mind

with your smile.

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