Tag Archives: Time
Always
What’s that? You think you’ve dishonored my memory by not thinking of me often enough? Silly boy. Time has no meaning when you’re dead. You’re thinking of me now, aren’t you? Relax. I know what we mean to one … Continue reading
Wonderstop
Each time I reach this place, I hear your shadow walking with me. Each time I feel your spirit here I am left with a choice. I can wallow in anguish over that which is no more. Or I … Continue reading
Somedays
So, there you have it. There are no more “somedays” for us. Mind this lesson. Chuy
Precious
Thoughts and words come easily now. Things we did not want to think, nor me to say. It is this most gracious and wonderous gift you have bestowed upon me: To have valued our time as precious. Love … Continue reading
Our Time
You wrack your brain seeking words To describe a life spent without them. To hold up, canonize, memorialize, Constructed poems and homespun gems. You try so hard to commit to memory All those days of you and me. Halcyon … Continue reading
Playtime
We should all have a Chuy. There are always plenty of chores to do around the ranch. He would look me up after I’d worked long enough. “Enough mowing.” he’d say, “Come on. Let’s play ball.” “All work and … Continue reading
Catcher
Death is part of the circle, and one would be wise to remember this always. We mustn’t dwell on it, but we must be ever aware. We know the sun will set every day, but we don’t agonize over sunset’s … Continue reading
Chow Dog Zen 