Magpie Tales #242 Airborn.........

Cemetery in Dublin, Ohio
Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales

You were the center of my universe

My teacher and first friend

You taught me how to treat others

And value each day as if the last 

You are gone now but still here

Not buried under a cold stone

           But like                               

                       a  leaf drifting           

           in the air                            

                  you are with me  

       everywhere                              

~~~~~~~~~

Magpie Tales #222 Dead End

 Image provided by Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales

Take this for what ails ya

It ain't aganst the law

It'll make ya feel much bettah 

As you ingest for happiness

Erase sadness as you swallow

Tired of all your soggy sorrow

With one gulp and a deep breath

You've managed to hook up with Dr. Death

~~~~~~

Saying goodbye......

Saying goodbye
With last words of wry humor

Hidden meanings while joking

Knowing in our hearts
We were saying Goodbye.


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My Mother died far too soon.
The last time we saw each other
I knew- and I think my mother knew
we'd never see each other again.
In a strange way we joked lightly.
I still wonder if we shouldn't have done it differently.
Thanks to Poetry Jam for this compelling image.
If you would like to read other
 takes on Goodbye go here:
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2013/05/goodbye.html

Magpie #149 Terminal Habits

image by R.A.D. Stainforth

Ashes to ashes

Until one lung collapses

Stubbing life out as we sigh

Not a sterling way to die

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Magpie Tales #24

Those lonely dark nights tossing and turning

twisting sheets around my legs

flipping pillows over to cool my aching head.

I was so sad during those heavy hours

missing my mother, losing my best friend

with no one to comfort me or wipe the tears away.

Many years later looking back I am amazed

surviving that dark time when everything looked grim

as if looking through a dirty window and seeing no hope.

Blue Willow Meals

Blue Willow dishes stacked so high
vested with crumbs of yesterdays pie
who would think that it was the last time
that all would change
that you would die

Now the dishes are silently stacked

into the boxes sadly packed

who would think that it was the last time

that all would change

that you would die

This is a submission to Willow's wonderful theme site
Magpie Tales, #14 about a treasured plate. The link to this
site can be found on the right.