Words
Billions and Billions go unsaid
Touch
Billions and Billions pulled back
Kiss
Billions and Billions turned aside
What we’d have if we just accepted
A constant surge of wants and needs
Take them, please
Fight with me about adversities
I’ll take what I can get
This silence is killing me
You have to know that the three sisters, Oldest, Baby and Middle, love Big Brother’s truck. It doesn’t matter which truck he has at the time, whether he’s found one that’s bright red or brown. We adore the significance behind them. They are the epitome of Big Brother and many, if not most, of our memories include him with one.
Can we back track a second? I feel like I should explain something.
Is it important? You’ve updated us on a few things along this path that haven’t been relevant, if we’re being honest.
I actually do find this important, because it explains why…just listen. Continue reading
Dance perfectly, my woman
Offer an honorable and friendly curtsy
Smile on time, I remember you once forgetting
Shut your mouth, the explaining appropriate never
You should have thought of that selfish woman, you know better
Makes sense now doesn’t it? I’ve told you, your silly dreams forever hindering
In The End…
my fault for trusting you
my fault for searching out your heart
my fault for believing it was really you
my fault for imagining a fairy tale
my fault for needing you
my fault for building your pedestal
my fault for dreaming of a life
my fault for allowing myself…
This Unknown person is a wealth of information, wouldn’t you say? This time I think he got it wrong, or at the very least forgot how standing at the door can offer an opportunity to fix or mend a relationship, if the parties have mutually agreed it’s worth saving. Continue reading
I miss my sisters.
I need them today.
A feeling only sisters should witness, has come to stay.
The words I shutter, please find me, I pray.
You can lay your head on my shoulder.
The only act I need, please come and sit with me.
I want you to twirl my red curls around your finger.
As you lay your leg across my knee.
I wanna be near you and wait for my heart to relax.
It’s been through all shapes and sizes for far too long.
Living away still confuses me, am I on the right track?
My heart wonders around looking for truth.
Up and down it goes as my mind searches for you.
Which way to turn for safety, I cannot rightly say
Without your voice I am lost today.
I desire the words that ring honestly true,
“Oh Auddie…we need you.”
This morning, bright and early and before school, I hear my son playing his tuba. I giggle because it’s a tuba and it’s loud. I stop to wonder if anyone can hear it oom-pa pa, oom-pa paing along.
Just last night my daughter was caught saying, “Why does it have to be the biggest instrument? He has to play that thing…”
She said this to herself as she walked by the tuba which was sitting in one of the living room chairs. I think she probably rolled her eyes as she prepared her bag for early morning choir.
Now I sit here contentedly preparing for my day and I giggle. I have a daughter rolling her eyes in exasperation and a son, who enjoys an early morning tuba session. Both caught up in being very authentic, I’m thrilled to have been a spectator for both events.
Oom-pa Oom-pa Oom-pa…I have a post to do. Happy Thursday! I’m off today!! Watch out WordPress. I have something brewing…and it isn’t just coffee.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 