My parents lived in an old house,
filled with cats, dogs, children,
memories of relatives,
worn tattered furniture.
It didn’t take much to evoke the past,
Pull up the shadowy images of
children who climbed trees,
Played kick the can together
Times that went by too fast.
Those memories are sacred,
Often I dredge them up
and clean them until they shine.
They may not mean anything to others
But they are sacred to me,
And they will always be.
Shivering at the edge of the abyss
I shouted, “She owes me a kiss!”
I glared at the jagged rocks below,
Accusing the storm, screaming against the wind.
“You’re the one who ought to know!
Why did you bring me here?
She was my darling, my sweet dear.
“Why?” I yelled again.
The storm roared on and on,
Oblivious to me, convinced it had won.
“My sweetheart lies cold and now she’s gone,
And I’m chilled to the bone.”
I took another swig from my flask.
“Is there no one who loves me, if I dare ask?”
I was ready to leap, but something held me back.
Was it courage that I lacked?
Should I follow her to a watery tomb,
Was I ready to meet my doom?
An unknown voice pierced my inner storm.
“Can I hold you and keep you warm?”
I was sure I heard an angel’s voice.
In the midst of chaos I made a choice.
I chose a stranger whose kind eyes and sweet smile
Made me love her. (We’ve been married quite awhile).
You ask if I’m happy, I’ll tell you before I go,
My heart loves both, if you want to know.
I come here, and I always will,
To pay respects to my first wife, I love her still.
I’d be lying if I denied all this.
But it seems like yesterday,
And she owes me a kiss.
Often I have bought tickets to win a big prize,
Cash or a trip to a faraway place.
I never won even in my dreams,
Just one of the crowd waiting with expectant face.
What were the odds of winning the pot,
Raking in millions, and sharing all I got?
I was lying to myself,
Justifying the easy way to pay bills,
When it was for the thrill.
So how did I win?
Was it in the shark tank I learned to swim?
Contrary to what you might believe,
I quit trying to deceive.
I spent time being a friend,
Helped others begin again,
Loved openly with all my heart,
And became the man I should have been
Right from the start.
I won self-respect, honor, and trust,
And that, my friends, is something
That can’t be stolen, tarnished, or rust.
As you can see, I’m proud of me.
But I have also widened my view.
You remained my friend and I’m proud of you.
by Dan Roberson Oct. 12, 2016
Voting is a chance to choose who will represent us throughout the world. Imagine that person smiling, offering our country’s support and aid, and putting our best image forward. We can march in step or drag our feet. We can choose to move our country to a higher realm and share wisdom of all ages. We can follow the leader or help lead the leader. Whatever we choose, voting is the first step in setting the direction we want the country to go. We can choose to be heard or we can be silent. The next step is up to each of us.
BUZZARDS ARE GATHERING
I’m moving slowly this morning.
My back hurts as I do the Parkinson’s shuffle.
One foot, now the next,
Not too fast, I warn myself.
This dance is not for the weak.
The buzzards are gathering.
I’m not dead, but I haven’t had my coffee.
Usually I pour the hot steaming liquid
With finesse and flair.
But today the smell of death hangs in the air.
I’m too tired to put the little container
Into the coffee maker and push start.
I’ve lost mastery over that art.
My muscles have been cramping,
My hands have been shaking,
Neurons and glial cells shrinking,
Nothing I can see, yet it’s happening to me.
I continue to function
Learning and memory gain as my goal.
Regeneration of brain cells.
I search for some research
That offers me a cure,
Or a reason for hope
Or a reason to laugh
Or a reason to live and love.
I look around.
The buzzards are still gathering.
April 20, 2016
I never told you I loved you.
It would have been so simple
To make it very clear.
But I didn’t.
If I had called you dear,
You might have known.
But I didn’t.
I kept my feelings inside
Wrapped in my foolish pride.
Because I loved you.
I didn’t dream your love was so big
That you could love me too.
When I was examined
The doctor implied I was almost dead.
There was nothing he could do.
I thought I was hanging by a thread.
I wanted to tell you I loved you.
But I didn’t.
I underestimated your heart.
Before I died I wanted to be sure
You would be happy with life,
Somebody’s precious wife.
I introduced you to my best friend.
I wish I hadn’t.
The doctor was wrong,
My heart is strong.
And my friend looks very content
With the woman who was meant
If I had loved you for one fleeting moment
My dreams would be full,
But I didn’t.