simplistic believer. soul searcher. fear conqueror. deep lover. unrealistic dreamer. & forever finding my own voice in this chaotically, beautiful world.
I met my younger self for a drink at a local hotspot, a virgin drink for her, of course. Something a little stronger for me. Both of us arrived 15 minutes early; that was no surprise—Poppa always said, "If you're on time, you're late; if you're early, you're on time." Sitting across from her felt… Continue reading I met my younger self. . .
Sixteen or four; it doesn’t matter how I count the years Each one passes and some days are still filled with tears What I wouldn’t give for you to call and tell me how much you love me, just once more. Or curl up beside you to watch the Walton’s for the thousandth time- “I… Continue reading Leap Day 💫Forever Young, Poppa.
Aunt Claud, it’s been three months without you here. . . Three months of missing you, being angry, laughing at the memories, and crying rivers of tears. . . I keep ripping open the scabs on my broken heart but there are some wounds I don’t know that I will ever let heal. I keep… Continue reading Three Months without you, Aunt Claud. 💛
“She’s tough.” I’ve heard that line before. “She’s strong.” They don’t know she breaks down, behind her closed door. “She’s brave.” But if only they really knew. “She’s unstoppable.” They don’t see the hell she’s been through. “She’s wild.” They don’t see the other side. “She’s the life of the party.” She can’t tell them… Continue reading She is me, I am her; I am her, She is me.
Oh Aunt Claud, now who do I yell inappropriate things at from across the street? Who’s gonna tell me over and over - “girl, no grass grows under your feet.” I am so thankful for the stories you always told me of our families time together in the past But I’d give anything to be… Continue reading Oh Aunt Claud. 💛
Oh sweet child; never lose that spark or shine. Never stop looking up, those stars will surely align. Oh sweet child; be bold, be brave, bare your beautiful soul. Don’t push a way those ones who make your life whole. Oh sweet child; you will grow and learn and change more times than you can… Continue reading Oh Sweet Child; Turning 34
You were just young when your world turned gray. Dark clouds set in; every single day. Your world came crashing; it all fell down. Bricks and mortar; they slammed to the ground. Life as you knew it became something dark. Monsters were lurking and they left their mark. And you had no place to call… Continue reading They Pulled You Up
Let them blow a way when their season in your life has changed. Let them fall into place when the puzzle pieces need rearranged. Let them decide it’s time to leave for good and walk out the door. Let them love you like you’ve never known love before. Let them grow in a different direction… Continue reading Let Them
Not a single day passes without a memory of you. A smile or a laugh, or a ‘what the hell would he do?’ I’ve heard a thousand stories about your kind and amazing soul. And even more of your silliness and you acting a fool. Strangers have told me endless stories of who you were.… Continue reading Fifteen Years & You’re Still Forever Young, Poppa. 🌙
A little girl was born; so shy and scared, a long time ago. . . Her father so strong, so brave and so loving; little did she know. . . He would pass down to her his strength, courage and heart. It would show through when they were forced to part. He would give her… Continue reading He Would
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