Showing posts with label poem: My damaged heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem: My damaged heart. Show all posts

Thursday, November 4, 2021

Acceptance

The Grim Ripper, my favorite Halloween decoration.  Thank you Beth!!
Four months short of 13, Lynsey gets her grandmother various types of M + Ms, then tries to eat them all herself.  She bought them on my credit card when I sent her into the store for something.????  Something may be askew here....????
First perfect pencil pouch.
Second perfect pencil pouch.......Oh...well, not so perfect.
In my clouded focus, I had cut off the zipper pull...
Sigh.

The elephant stands on my damaged heart,
My concussed brain's in a vise.
The pileated one pecks to reawaken my joy,
I do not hear him, I am in bed.

The past three nights, I have awakened, realizing that my husband is not in bed  with me.  I wonder if he went to the bathroom or got up early.  Then I remember he has been dead almost 7 years.
He is now my conduit to God.