Touch me

With your beautiful eyes

And your strong hands 

With your arms around me

And your warmth upon me

With the tip of your finger

And your leg next to mine

With the songs you choose

And your beautiful mind

With your paper in my purse

And the smile on your face

With your hand to lift me up

Touch me more and never let me go!

CJ

She passed on 4/12, before lunch hour

Family surrounded her with love

Tall grown man, still a mamas boy

Just three days prior filled with fear

And emotions unable to express

Too many to clarify easily

Make that phone call

Clear the air, and the fear

Words spoken, stories shared

Perception changed

Friends made

And just like that

Recovery took over!

And peace came upon you

💜

 

Kissing you…

Is like ice cream on a hot day

Smooth and cool and refreshing

Like warm blankets in winter

Hot and soft and blood warming

Like soup when I’m sick

It cures what ails me

At first it was strange and new and awkward

Then warm and inviting and exploratory

Now it creates heat and wanting for more

Soft and hard, more and less, and more

I like kissing you and I want to forevermore 

I’ll love you

Til the cows come home

and your toes grow back

Until the sun don’t shine

and the earth is black

I’ll love every wrinkle

And the three hairs on your head

I will always rub your back 

And lay with you in bed

       (With TV…)

The laughter you bring lasts forever

I am yours to eternity and back

I want the feel of your arms around me

Forever and always, I am yours

I’ll love you til the cows come home…

Tiffany

Little girl with big brick walls

standing in the rain, hiding between drops.

Arms crossed to block invasion to the heart;

eventually you let me in, all the way.

Sunday morning coffee to talk about what ails you, or sometimes just to be. 

You brought me flowers on my anniversary, your favorite; I return the favor in kind! 

Life doesn’t seem fair when I hear your diagnosis, you’re still so young walking through this life a day at a time. God seems to take the good ones early. Couldn’t we have you just ten more? Or two?

I hug you like a daughter and you hold on a little longer, my hearts swells. I love you like my own, you are my own. You did that, once I chased you down and didn’t let go. 

You let me in, all the way, to those places you kept hidden for safety reasons. And then the news came and the heartaches began but you pushed forward, you fought and won for a time. 

The world won’t be the same without you in it, you shine like the sun, most definitely in my heart! Heaven will gain another angel and we will see each other again, one day!

I want all of you

I want to walk on trails through the woods,

holding your hand. Feel your strength and what it offers; safety and security, being wanted.

You are fun loving, warm; a gentle heart and a hard body. 

I want to dig for bottles and metal things. 

I want to walk mama (4 20 for those who don’t know her) with you, but not in the rain.

I want to know your hearts’ rhythm when you’re one with me. 

Let’s shop at Walmart and Aldi and Wegmans and Weis forever, because I love the way you look at everything and choose wisely what you want. 

Let’s make a mess laughing and eating and making love all weekend, I’ll clean up on Mondays. Drive me down the crazy river (it’s a song with a great sound). 

I don’t want much, just all of you! 

you…

It doesn’t matter where I touch you, hand or back, fingers electrify my insides and knock on my hearts’ door. 

You speak with your eyes and knock on my hearts’ door. Your arms around me knock on my hearts’ door. 

Momma’s in the bed with you and the sight knocks on my hearts’ door. Your gentle touch and words to her knock on my hearts’ door. 

My hearts’ door is open and I see you walkin in.