things will do for now
until it changes again
slightly

words occupy their own space
we choose to rearrange them

It must be nice if the
Worst day of your life
Is really just one day
Mine looks through my windows
It knows my email address
It feeds on my fear
And sleeps in my stress
The worst day of my life
Is eighteen months long
So far, and I don’t know
If I can go on
In this sleepless nightmare
Each day is the same
Many more months of worst days
And I’ll go insane

The silence passed between the two
As a mist encircled like a glove,
Fingers reaching for something.  Love?

One cut through the void with few words.
And a weight fell from off their chests like feathers
Floating down and filling the space between;

As these words broke through, "I love you.  
I love you, Dad."

The scissors marched across her forehead;
When Mommy stuck her head in
Baby Girl said

"Not now Mommy. I'm cutting my hair."

And sure enough, the horror was true.
Baby Girl's hair lay there on the floor
In little tufts of such pretty curls.

A tear rolled down Mommy's cheeks like a tiny pearl.

I’m looking back you can’t change anything
Seeing the world through different eyes
No one knows why people
Walk out of your life
Some doors open
Some doors close
It’s time to compose yourself
I’m grateful for my life
I will always miss some people
Reasons come
Reasons go
I gave up trying to know
Looking back only makes me wonder
Taking in all these lessons
I’m grateful for my life