AT HOME FOR THE FIRST TIME
I am trying to be brave.
It has been a really tuff
situation here--
I tried my best thru it all.
John passed away at 9:30 AM.
August 3, 2001.
This is where our story ends, I guess.
It seems it started so long long ago,
Yet it seems like just yesterday,
A first encounter with love with
that man…
That man who looked way too old
To love me
(Or for me to love, for that matter.)
That man who grabbed me up
like a young kid
There, on my own back porch,
And planted a kiss right on my lips.
A bold move for a casual guest
At my New Year's Eve party.
Cat says, "… only pray the daily crys will stop soon … I miss him so!"