Being Here

There’s nothing worse than dying on a day like today
it’s a Friday, for crying out loud –
how on earth can you pose such a question?
Such things should never be allowed
when the weekend is now upon us –
I’ve been waiting for it all week.
Tomorrow is so full of promises
there’s yet so much that I seek
to experience when life is much too short
especially when you’re having too much fun.
Why talk of the worst thing to ever happen
when there’s yet so much to be done?

But if you want to know the best thing
that could happen to me today,
it’s the fact that I woke up bright and early,
and I got to live another day.
For life is so uncertain,
one day you’re here, and then you’re gone
there’s so much in between the layers
I’ve only really just begun.
So don’t ask me of the worst thing that can ever happen,
for it’s the one thing we all fear,
all we can do now is to focus on the giving,
the sharing – and being here.



Daily Prompt

So Much To Say

For the first time in a long time
I thought of you today
the second of my two fathers
there is so much I want to say –

you were the first man to believe in me
not because you wanted something back,
you stood by me when no one else did
even if it made you different from the pack

Even when you’d be ostracized,
set aside, and ignored
you stood by me no matter what,
even when there was no reward

And when I left, it was so sudden
I never really said good-bye
I always thought I’d see you again
I never thought that you’d die

The wind rustled the leaves outside
the day you breathed your last
though I was a thousand miles away from  you
it was your whisper of the past

of the days we danced to Broadway songs,
tuning that shortwave radio
to listen to a recipe about cookies
even when there was barely any audio

but we laughed through the static
we laughed with real smiles
you gave me my first real hug
you made so many things worthwhile

like that bond between stepfather and daughter
even if it came just a bit late,
but you arrived just in time
before bitterness would have turned to hate

I don’t really know why
I thought of you today,
but it was time that I did
for there was so much I wanted to say.

Today’s Just One Of Those Days…

…but not like any day.

Because today I lost a friend.

Even though I last talked to her almost two months ago, she was always close to my heart.  Even though as one of my most awesome fiber teachers, who taught me how to think outside the box, think beyond black and white, and who never got over her losses in her personal life, would often find herself in a box she’d created for herself out of her own fears and insecurities – and to whom I did say again and again, you’re beautiful inside and out, no matter what anyone says…for it forced me to see how beautiful I was as well.  For aren’t we all…

And even though there were times I wanted to throttle her for saying or doing things that weren’t exactly politically correct, she was still as cool as beans.

That is, if beans can ever be cool.  

To the woman who taught me not to be afraid of color and ingenuity and being yourself.  Rest in peace, dearest Janice.
To the woman who taught me not to be afraid of color and ingenuity and being yourself.  Rest in peace, dearest Janice.