My soul has been screaming for days upon end; It shall not stop. Just like the unrequited spirits who stir and moan and rage in their helpless state; too late to change and too late to make amends... The Banshee that dwells in my soul will wail and wail in it's justified torment until it's... Continue Reading →
"He just doesn't want to talk, that's all", mom said. I hadn't seen or spoken to Dad in weeks, especially after the diagnosis. I lived far away and it wasn't easy to get to where he was, but I knew something was wrong. Against my "wife's" insistence, I took the trip, knowing full well what... Continue Reading →
His hands were always hard, and gnarled, Like the hands of one who had spent his life mending fishing nets or working on mending things in general… like the mistakes I made. His smile was always gentle, yet, he didn’t show it much…. It betrayed him and gave him away for the soft and caring... Continue Reading →
The day was late…so late I was weary, but not as weary as he was; After all this was his last day and one has the right to be weary, When they are in a prize fight; When they are going to another shore. The day got later—but slowly, as if to say “you’ll thank... Continue Reading →
I Was Not His He lay there in that flowered room And drew his breath, raspy and gasping…trying to draw his breath; Like an old garden gate about to fall from it’s hinges… …I was not his But I sat in the Hospice room And watched over him… Because he was mine. I sat and... Continue Reading →
