The Softer side of an author...

This isn't about vampires, romance or wolves, boring I know, but in this case...not so.

I was doing some reflecting, of things that I had gone through, and things that are happening around me...death. Many good friends of mine are going through tough times,although I can't name, names, because...well, just because. But what is happening to them, I, myself, have experienced...death, cancer. Cancer so many times I can't count.

Anyway, I was watching "Vampire Diaries" and Elena lost her only parent she had left, Jen. Yes, its just a t.v. show, but seeing Elena cry, not externally, but internally...it just got me remembering the loss of my own parents.

Where am I going with this you ask? I write best when I am mad or upset and so I wrote this little poem. It just came to me as I was washing dishes and I had to get it down on paper and out to the void here on my computer.

My father dear
had shed one tear
when I his child
did walk...

Then he did shed
a second tear
when I his child did walk...

And then a third
did he then shed
when I his child
did wed...

And then a tear
one oh so dear
when he my dad
did die...


Adieu...