daddystear

Older person getting older: Thoughts
2001-05-26 02:12:44 (UTC)

Dancing alone; is not quite by myself

The sun has set. The rain has tappered to a mist. I
opened the window so to feel the crisp air, it reminds me
of being a teenager. The Babys are tucked in for the night.
I've dimmed the lights and lit the fireplace. Old sappy
love songs (from the 80's) whisper their melodys. In short,
all is perfect.
To the woman not here; I Drink my glass of whine. I slow
dance on the rug -yes it's foolish. But tonight dancing
alone, is not quite by myself. I remembered my loves past,
and how they made me smile. Lost in dreams of yesterdays so
long ago. I smell her perfume, feel every touch. I remember
each kiss; they read like chapters of a book. I remember
the power of her eyes. When she used them, no man could
resist. I know my blessings. Though I am alone, I have
known the truest of loves.
Tell me diary... will this be once again? Will I Be
allowed to watch those old sad movies with her? Will I ever
know the contentment of her tear as the film ends? Will she
know my prescense as I chuckle from her misplaced emotion?
Will there ever be a woman that fits so perfectly wrapped
in me, laying on the couch?
My diary remains silent. I undertand completely. Someday
perhaps. Someday, the trip to the ice cream parlor.
Someday, to sit on the porch and watch the stars. Until
then, for tonight at least... all is perfect. The sun has
set, the rain tappered, the music whispers, and I drink my
glass of whine.

Don't let the bed bugs bite

Goodnight sweet Cherakee, sweet dreams my Bub. Daddys here.
and I'll keep you safe. I love your face and kiss your
lips. Let the pillow you use, be my heart. Close your eyes
my Prince; and Princess. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for the sadness gone by -
its' in this sadness we learn the lessons of life and love. You
make me better, allow me to do good. Your are all... to me.




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