(photo by Wendi Parriera, mother)

I know my presence absent
My heart unsettled, silent
Moments go by, I wait
But no movement there I make

Though quiet in the light
Prayers aloud spoken by night
In the eve of the day
I wish to you to say:

“I am with you, dear child.
Though my mind race wild,
my hands rest steady.
My arms, open, ready.”

I pray you free from ailment
Live on in rejoicement!
Go, let shine your smile
A noble reason, so worthwhile.

Give me love, let me trust
I’ll give all from dust to dust
withstanding even strongest gust
I’ll be true to you

Let’s drive down that country road
and never know how long to hold
each other’s gaze until we’re told
it’s time to go back home

Like no other, the day we met
the clouds let go and soaked us wet
never looked back, no regret
from there on we did go

Summer brought us the warm sun
and I knew then you were my one
to spend my life with until it’s done
the only man for me

Now it’s time, see my gown
lift my vale from my crown
together we shall lie down
and one we will become

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I don’t really give a shit if you don’t like country music, you must watch this and listen with all your heart.

but weeks go on, blurring, blending, blithe
i ponder perplexed this perpetual plight

in dreams i riddle, racking my brain if it is right
i guess nothing is fruitful or filling without fight

˙ʍouʞ ɹǝʌǝu ʎɐɯ ɹo ‘ʇno ʇı ǝɹnƃıɟ ʎɐɯ noʎ ˙ʍolǝq ǝʇıɹʍ ǝsɐǝld ‘sıɥʇ pɐǝɹ uɐɔ noʎ ɟı

For a reason unknown,
I remember a news story.
Maybe not the same incident,
but maybe not a coincident?

A woman hit by a car
managed to save her child,
pushing the stroller out of the way.
A heroic, sacrificial mother,
paraded in the spotlight,
danced about.

But behind the scenes,
her identity resides;
the irony of her existence,
hidden, lurking in the void of night.

You write with a raw vulnerability—
unobstructed and visible.
in me you evoke
emotion with out mercy.
A rage. A fire.
Like the burn of skinned knees;
abraded and bleeding.

While before I saw the man in you,
I now see the other side.
The man is but a boy;
afraid, unsure, and crying out.
You don’t come crying to me.
You sit alone in your corner,
cowering and helpless;
refusing an out-stretched hand.
I wish you would let me in
but I can only watch at a distance.

Well, goodbye distance.
For distance only exists
if there are two points.
And now there is one.
I can watch no longer.
I can wait no longer.
My mind makes me angry,
demanding my heart.
But it is time.

You made me laugh the most.
I have never cried so hard.

Farewell sweet boy—
may you grow up to be the man I knew.

Let me be your refuge
I will stand by your side
Let me be your solace
in me you can confide

Let me wipe your tears
I’ll comfort your sorrow
Let me prove you wrong
I’ll still be here tomorrow

Let me show you trust
I will not stray
Let me ease your pain
forget the wrongs of yesterday

let the liquor lather
feel the flow
courage in a carboy

limes let loose
mashed, mixed in medley
sultry salt saunters around

tart orange tops off

one liquid lady
the magnificent, the magical
little Margaret

Little Magical Margaret
2 parts Tequila
1 part Grand Marnier
1.5 parts fresh lime juice
1/2 cuties orange or tangerine
salt to taste

add more Tequila as needed
it’s all about the ratio

whispers off your lips
float on the breeze
carried down wind
heard in solemn silence

call me friend
i’ll be as none before
extending loyalty
and grace to you

distance stands
between our eyes

we are what we are
we are what we will be
don’t bother changing
it might be too risky