Your children miss you, Dad. Today, I heard Braddah listening to your music. I did the same on the way to work. I don’t think today will ever get entirely easy.
I hope you’re singing and dancing with those who have come before and after you. Telling Jesus your dad jokes that were never really funny but we laughed at anyway. Hanging out with Mama baking or cooking. Getting into trouble with Jax, Addie, Aria and all my angel babies that now get to sit on your lap.
For you today, Daddy.
A box sits in my closet
I don’t look at it
I don’t touch it
How could I?
You are in there
All the life you had
All the tears I have
Wrapped between four walls
Of a plastic box remembering
When we were forced to say goodbye
Forced to let go
Forced to love
I miss you today
Like the ocean misses the shore
The sun misses the sky
The rain misses the clouds
I miss you
A box sits in my closet
And I can’t help
What today would feel like
I seriously hate writing about me. What do you tell people? The customary who I am, where I'm from? Those are all well and fine but gets kinda redundant, doesn't it?
If you want to know me, come read a long. I'm an open book - or at least try to be.
I try to write a little about everything. I should one day find my niche, one day. I figure, if I keep writing eventually it’ll come. Mostly I write to help inspire. This world can be a pretty damn scary place to live in. The hate crimes. The sexual violence. The bombings and shootings. I want to be able to shed some hope. Even just a sliver. Something to help someone take another step in their day. I started this blog in the hopes I could help change a dark and hatred filled world. I'm not exactly sure I'm actually doing it or not. But, I'm trying.
I also write to get the practice I need. Sometimes I’ll be sweet and awe inspiring. Other times I’ll show a bit of my true self with some dripping sarcasm and stupid humor. Then there are other times I just don’t make sense. Bear with me!
When you come across my page, please feel free to leave me comments - about anything. Open forum. Open door. Open, open, open. I like having discussions about feelings (ya right) and hearing opinions of others about what I write. And other times, it’s just nice to know that someone out there goes through some of the same things I do.
Thanks bunches in taking the time to stop on by! ~Pearls xoxo
Leave a Reply