I will follow you to Heaven, my Lovely Friend
The house is a mess
but it's not making me nuts,
doesn't steal my joy.
Monarchs fly over,
seeming to know the secret,
boldly fluttering.
My dream has come true—
the prisoner is set free,
my hope gone forward.
The Night You Left Earth
Brilliant colored images,
ideas beyond my thinking
flooded my mind that night.
I couldn't sleep--
my imagination flying so crazily
I feared for my sanity.
Scary, surreal, overwhelming,
yet extreme happiness,
rapt in joy like a whirlwind.
Impressions rushing, flowing,
I thought I might fly off the planet.
I had to stop it. No time to record.
I took hold of myself, two melatonin,
hid under the covers
until the hush of peace settled in.
Next morning I could not
recall a single thought or idea,
just the feeling of the experience.
I didn't know the significance of it,
or of not waking up in pain that day.
Later, I got the text.
You had flown.
One More for You
Twenty-five new shrubs,
Twenty-one perennials,
Seven trees planted.
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