Good-Bye, Andria

Good-bye not easy
Wishing I could go with you
Lost without your smile

After five weeks of traveling, I returned home and woke twelve hours later to one of my best friends. Andria’s plane landed and I met her for breakfast minutes later. I knew she was flying in from Miami and that we would have one fast paced week together in order to catch up and say everything that needed to be said.

I was connected to her hip. We saw friends, swam, partied, had deep discussions and sat, in silence, feeling content to know we were in the same room together. There is not one moment I would have changed. I could care less about the sleep I missed out on, the housework that was neglected or the writing I didn’t find time to accomplish. I hugged her every time I got the chance, sat next to her when no one else was and enjoyed every minute of our time together.

Her friendship means everything to me. She has been a constant supporter of mine. She has taught me about what is important and who matters. The people in our lives, they matter. She matters, to me. I feel blessed to have her in my life. I am thrilled for her success in Miami, but I miss her face.

We said good-bye minutes ago and I already wish we could have lunch, a sweet tea vodka and some pool time. I am blessed with best friends in Texas. I am thankful that only one left this morning. Andria’s our glue and even from Miami she keeps us together. Now we’re all in our homes crying over our best friend leaving. Each one of us claiming her as our own.  Accepting that we share her every year and that we would have it no other way.

Safe travels home, my sweet dearest friend. I will miss you. I love you like crazy.

:( I’m feeling like such a cry baby.

You and I, Friends
Without you I’m left searching
For more time together


Prisms of You


Morning dew discovered glistening,
Upon blankets of wild green grass,
Light creating prisms, or pieces of you.
To sit among and admire is found easy,
And all I could ever, bashfully, ask.

Droplets mirror my daily thoughts,
Symbolizing qualities of which I love,
To touch a bold web may ruin my view.
Left to admire each and every angle,
Peacefully, accepting that which is you.


Driving Away (Haiku)


Vacation over
Writing emotions, draining
The grass is greener

I cannot believe my vacation and five weeks back home are finished already. They flew past me in a gust of regret, it seems. I mean this in the most positive of way, of course.

Left wishing I’d taken more time and less time, as well. Regretting that I did too much, yet too little, of everything.
Left words unsaid, and said words I shouldn’t have allowed out of my mouth. Basically, I lived, as we all do, wishing I’d tried differently without changing a thing.

I love my family, my hometown, my memories new and old, the best of new opportunities, and the thrill of this adventure. My hope for this trip was to come to terms with yesterday’s regret. I’m sure I didn’t do that, however, I found peace in knowing I never will.

Sadly, I leave Nebraska, Kansas, Colorado, and Oklahoma a different woman, yet again. Tomorrow I’ll drive the large state of Texas from top to bottom and then I’ll rest. Wave, if you see a white Dodge Charger. It’ll be me. The tired lady who stayed in the Midwest a bit too long, but even now resists the urge to turn her car back around.


Vicious Season


Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.