Communication

But he always comes to me
And demands what he wants, you see
Remembering that I have sway
Knowing the kids are a call away


So my dog is aware that I can’t get up as often lately (health just plummeted) but he also knows that I’m a lot faster at getting the kids to do something that he needs or wants than if he went to the kids by himself. So Vincent will come and bark at me the different barks he has for when he needs food, water, or to go outside.

Or if he wants to cuddle, but not with me for some reason.

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Block of Granite

What I wish to do
And what I wish to be
Are not so far apart
Flung out upon the sea

For I can take a chisel
And hack and saw and chip
Away at the base around my feet
Exposing the edge of a lip

It is not a pedestal
That I stand upon
But the basis of my life
Hopefully of something strong

For my path is my own
My choices also, see
For what I do with my life
Is my own responsibilty

The tools I’m given here
Are not always what I’d choose
But that does not hinder me
They will not make me lose

Circumstances in my life
Change and grow and weave
Taking from me many things
But still much more they leave

Why I was in the beginning
Is not always who I stay
Because I grow and change
Becoming more each day


This was inspired by another of the recently returned Dungeon Prompts: Mission Statement.

Quiet After Summer Noise

The house was quiet
Not a sound to be heard
No one was around
No stampeding small herd

No children arguing
Fighting for the remote
Complaining about breakfast
Or denying the vote

No laughs or cries
No one throwing a rock
Sticks waving in the air
Demanding the door be unlocked

For to school they had gone
Left over an hour ago
To be taught what they’d need
Or at least what their told

Moments in the Dark

The Spirit is still and small and it doesn’t compete. –from the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

 

Let me help to gently quide

In and out your daily life

Sending comfort and love in stride

To bolster you up through all strife

Especially when the boat does rock

Never forsaking you in the stocks.

 

Often I find myself in places that I don’t remember straying,

Wondering just what I was saying

To myself to let me take this turn

And losing my mind as my stomach does churn.

But with a still small voice

I remember I have a choice

To follow through the darkness where it will lead

And find myself in my mind while I plead

To be found no matter how lost

And accept the payment of the cost.

I won’t give up trying

No matter how I feel like dying

And take one more step

Then another, and yet…

I was not as alone

As I had previously thought

I was always with

The One that I sought.

Apology

I’m sorry that I said that
I really, truly am
I didn’t mean to hurt you
Please take me as I am.
 
Those thoughts and words
Became more than just that
They hurled right at you
Hitting with accuracy, SPLAT!
 
I was so frustrated
I didn’t stop to think
And said some things I now regret
So quickly I could not blink.
 
So please don’t remember
The things I said this day
And hopefully those tears
I can help to wipe away.
 

Ran through my head the moment I read the quote for the Third Monday prompt from Light and Shade Challenge.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
–Mahatma Gandhi

A Winter’s Night

At least no one else is here to see me
Be as lost as I can be.
And though I huddle in the night
No one’ll be able to call me a blight.
Don’t forget me, house I pray
Or make me just another forgotten that here lay.
No, I am worth something more
Even though I huddle by this door.
Done though it may seem I am
 
How often I must live on the lam.
Oh how I never thought it would be like this,
Under the sky before sounded like a life of bliss.
So let my weary bones protest
Even through this trial and test.
 
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This was inspired by the prompt for the FreeWriteFriday of last week.

Just Don’t Say You’re Not My Brother

For any crime you commit
And every sin that you ommit
My forgiveness will still be true
I won’t forget what we’ve been through.
Lying in the deepest pit
Your brotherhood will keep it lit.
 

No matter what mistakes you make, you’re still my brother.

–Bass Monroe, “Revolution”

(Random Note: The man that Bass is talking to had tried to kill him before. That is the ‘mistake’ he is talking about.)