When I have a bad day
I read the news
The obituary of those who pass by
A new Angel each day in the sky
Forgive me if I shed a tear
For one day I well be there I fear
And once again reunite with those I hold dear
This week this month so many have passed
And I have watched them pour dirt on the grass
Tonight I watched the Seahawks play
And there was the Space needle visitors at play
And I couldn't miss the outside rail
And my step dads work was for all to see
And I know with Mom he waits for me
And I think of Sis and carousel horses
She gave me her first I think with remorse's
And my fellow poets can share a loss or two
And there well be more before the year is through
And as we know its true only the good die young
And the day well come I well be there too and hugs begun
Until then I well rest and await the morning sun
And hope there are games to play before taps have begun
+End of day thoughts for those who like me are mourning losses
My faith is I well see them again and some rest on my shoulder
Letting me know it is alright to cry and also alright to let
them go. This week the fair begins. My Sister loved horses.
she had many ribbons for first place finished. I used to go
to garage sales. Buy those kids horses on springs. Her husband
would sand them down and she would repaint them as carousel horses.
My step dad installed the outside rails of the space needle handing
on tiny ropes during construction.