While there are a few interesting lines in this sunset picture, it is the seeming appearance of lemon slices in the cloud that really caught my eye. Then again, maybe I am just a ‘sucker’ for all things cumulus? Ha, ha. Either way, my hope is that the imagery above has the ability to pucker up a smile on your face, even if it has been a sour kind of day;-).
A cumulus cloud’s,
Sour-like appearance leaves me,
Craving meringue pie.
If the world could stop for a minute,
Everyone would definitely see,
That I just lost someone,
So very, very dear to me.
Though the sun is shining,
And a breeze is softly blowing,
Little things that once mattered,
Are no longer in my knowing.
My heart and soul are breaking,
NOTHING seems the same,
The noises around me fall silent,
I wish I knew who to blame.
I tried to prepare for this moment,
Never before have I felt so sad,
My insides ache and ache,
I cannot believe that I have lost my dad.
He meant EVERYTHING to me,
Was the apple of my eye,
How will I ever think of him again,
Without the need to cry.
They say that time will heal,
Surely they are wrong,
Everyone who tries to reassure me,
Sounds like a never-ending song.
My eyes are red and stinging,
My throat feels tight and dry,
My legs are weak and tingling,
I really could just curl up and die.
I slowly gather myself together,
I am going to win this fight,
After all, I owe it to him,
I will be his light.
(Written as a tribute to my colleague who has recently lost her father.)
Our days are numbered,
The end is coming near,
We try to brace ourselves,
The remaining time we hold dear,
I wish we could stay forever,
But, it turns out that we can’t,
The reality within arm’s reach,
A wish that cannot be grant,
The memories will last forever,
The pictures say it all,
Precious times spent,
Having an absolute ball,
‘Not to worry’, we tell ourselves,
We will do it again soon,
After all, it’s up to us,
To march to our own tune,
Indeed, it’s back to daily working life,
Schedules, lunches and plans will be made,
Our vacation time lain to rest,
That’s how it has to be, I’m afraid,
We’ll forge ahead like soldiers,
Doing what we must,
Early morning wake-ups,
Will cause the most fuss,
So, when the day comes,
And we hear that familiar sound,
We’ll Lurch ourselves out of bed,
Off to work we will be bound.
The lull of the ocean draws me near,
It’s layered blue depths of which I silently fear,
Yet, inside my soul there is a continual yearning,
The nature of which I am still eagerly learning,
In it lies peace and a sense of calm like no other,
As if it were a close cousin or maybe my brother,
The crashing, the splashing, the soft lullabies,
Sing a song to me that are billions of years wise,
I sit in awe and find myself staring for hours on end,
So mesmerizing are its wet curves and rolling, soft bends,
The sparkle of light on its surface invites me in,
Here I am more free than I have ever been.
Smooth sailing? Not always.
Worth the ride? Of course!
Lessons learned? Without a doubt.
Twists and turns? Hopefully.
A one-time journey? Yup.
Make the most of it? One should.
Write about it? You could;-).
Share with others? Highly recommended!!
Count your blessings? Indeed.