Day One

So day one of dad not having a job goes like this:

Mom takes my little sister to the doctor. She comes home (after much delay with the doctor, the pharmacy, the medicine, and the like), the little darling has a cold, ear infection, and possibly surgery regarding the tubes in her ears. The poor dear is coughing, but has such a sweet spirit.Of all the things, she wants to play Doc McStuffins and give me a check-up!

Sky-rise

When our paths depart

Meet me on the sky-rise

And even though we’re apart

We can look at the skies

And know we see the same stars

And all our tears lie

At the bottom of our hearts

I Dream of Dreams and Cardinals

A Cardinal tucked me goodnight

And as we waited for the morning light

He told me things

That I wouldn’t need wings

To fly out of sight

He whispered to me

A sing song voice sweetly

He told me secrets

And said, “Let’s

Leave this place discreetly.”

So we climbed out the window

Without a sound into the snow

He fluttered

Into the cluttered

Forest, awakened by dawn’s glow

We traveled for days

And I learned the ways

Of how to dream

And not to seem

Like all I do is pray

He taught me of fantasy trances

And lovely new thought dances

Life was sweet

I felt so complete

In the forest of daydream romances

I began to think

Of philosophies I would drink

My brain never burdened

New ideas never ended

And into oblivion never sink

We stayed there for years

And I had no more fears

But I knew I had to leave

I had dreams to achieve

Before begun the tears

Out of the forest I go

Oddly, there was still snow

As if not a season had passed

I wondered if these memories would last

I surely hoped so

Then I looked around

For my friend, but there was no sound

I vaguely recalled

A memory walled

To remember, my brain did pound

But to no avail

Out of the forest I did sail

I awoke to discover

I was under my cover

And the morning light still pale

I looked for my friend

But my hopes did descend

Until I found a scarlet feather

I have kept as a treasure

In hopes for me he might send

But he never has, perhaps never will

But all the time, I wonder still

If the forest was real

If the Cardinal, who my heart did steal

Will come again, and again my heart with love fill