To : My Grandma

my dear and loving grandma
your ageless heart
as you move through time ,layer on layer,
tender sequoia

-remake from 'Tuesdays With Morrie'

Thank You

Thank you for believing in me
when i found it difficult
to believe in myself....
for saying what i've needed
to hear sometimes,
instead of what i've wanted
to hear....
for siding with me....
and for giving me
another side to consider.
thank you for opening
yourself up to me....
for trusting me with your thoughts
and disappointments and dreams....
for knowing you can depend on me
and for asking my help
when you've needed it.

thank you for putting so much
thought and care and imagination
into our friendship....
for sharing so many nice times
and making so many
special memories with me.

thank you for always being honest with me
being kind to me.... being there for me.

thank you for being a friend to me
in so many meaningful ways.

errrmmm,......

i don't know what tomorrow's got for me,
but today we met the best while.

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye;
that's all we know for truth
before we grow ond and die.
i lift the glass to my mouth,
i look at you and sigh.

(1864-1939) W.B

EMPTY

Greatest Love Poem #12

I love you,
not only for what you are,
but for what i am
when i am with you.

I love you,
not only for what
you have made of yourself,
but for what
you have making of me.

I love you,
for that part of me
that you bring out;
I love you
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can't help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else has looked
quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
are helping to make
of the lumber of my life
not a tavern
but a temple;
out of the works
of my every day
not a reproach
but a song.

I love you
because you have done
more than any creed
could have done
to make me good
and more than any fate
could have done
to make me happy.

You have done it
without a touch,
without a word,
without a sign.
you have done it
by being yourself.
perhaps that is what
being a friend means,
after all.

-ROY CROFT-

Huh

i am sick
i feel like crap
my nose is leaking
just want to nap

my sight is blurry
my throat is hurts
read medicine labels
for caution alert

been drinking juices
and blowing my nose
my body scream aches
from head to my toes

won't go to doctor
will just stay in bed
while gibberish poem
dance in my head

just watching tv
screening old movies
will old characters help
and simply behoove me

i'm seeking ideas
my head in a cloud
quiet shy ladies
or men who are loud

the story lines blur
as i fall fast asleep
thought are all jumbled
some goofy some deep

i wake up and ponder
what time is it now
juice and more vitamins
give false hope somehow

i hate being sick
my mind doesn't work
i wish i was healthy
my normal self quirk.