Flaming June's Love

I sat there with my friend Sue and realized as I usually do that I had a connection with her. I know that now she thought me a bit .... odd. I, as I do now.. appear one way when in actuality I am NOT WHAT I APPEAR. I was one of the few kids in the school with very little money, and a home packed to the gills with kids and truly loving involved parents. I appeared ... plain, boring and predictable. Sue woke me to the idea that I was none of these things. I shared drawings and poetry with her and we discussed love, life and the far off idea of future. We were surrounded by people involved in the NYC scene, partiers with all the latests gadgets and new cars, plenty of cash and just ... SO... cool. Sue and I have remained friends through some of the toughest parts of our lives. Then again we have had periods of not talking for maybe the longest about three years. She has what I like to call a very "passionate" point of view about a number of things. In other words somet...

We recieve a bid yesterday on myhouse and we took it. I signed the multitude of papers and just a few weeks MY PLACE will be someone elses. Interestingly enough it is a single Mom of two daughters buying it. How appropriate is that. I probably shouldnt be happy she is alone with two girls but I must say the karma in this home is magical. It is decorated all girly and warm. Cozy for a young mom and girls. I have had some amazing times here. Some really hard ones as well. But I can tell you I will always look back on these past 11 years with warm happy memories. I spoke to Tim yesterday and told him the news. He cried. Seems weird I know but there is a sense of loss with the sale of the place. I know I could never go back to that life with him nor would I really want to. But there is always a sense of..... What Was. My girls grew up here pretty much. First boyfriends, lost teeth, pets, new schools, broken hearts, new loves, Christmas's with their Dad, Amy, ANdy, and most of...

THE HOUSE Who lives in that house across the way? The one where children sometimes play With happy smiles and laughing eyes; Where joy is heard, but never sighs. Where sunshine always seems to play, On windows sparkling through the day, And raindrops dare not set their face On trees stood proud with ageless grace. I wonder just how many times That house has seen some children climb, Those sturdy trees of oak and lime, That stand so tall and withstood time. Others will later buy this home, and when they've gone and it's alone, They'll take a look and see the sign On this great house that once was mine. By Pat Wake Inspirational Poems My Poems Famous Poems Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor