It's been almost six months since Rachel passed.
Feline Distractions
Mr red-haired daughter never looked this way.
Many are those who walk about in fear.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
Alive and stoned she looked, well, I can't say--
Sometimes rubbery from ear to ear!
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
I kneeled, trimming dahlias where she lay,
Weeping, yes, but I was useful there.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
I'm not escaping, besides, there's no escape
From her long, oval face freckled in prayer.
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
There's more than reconstruction underway.
Foundations are uprooted everywhere!
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
How cold her lips were! (Pardon the cliche'!)
We paused to stroke her shining coppery hair.
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
Feel free to criticize the poem. It's just a first draft, I can't judge its quality.
I have given myself permission to take whatever medications make me feel better, even if some question their medicinal value. There is nothing I take that has not been used medicinally, of course.
I'm working at accepting my illness. That's where one must always begin.
"Expect less and accept less."
6 Kilorats,
Craig Erick
Feline Distractions
Mr red-haired daughter never looked this way.
Many are those who walk about in fear.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
Alive and stoned she looked, well, I can't say--
Sometimes rubbery from ear to ear!
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
I kneeled, trimming dahlias where she lay,
Weeping, yes, but I was useful there.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
I'm not escaping, besides, there's no escape
From her long, oval face freckled in prayer.
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
There's more than reconstruction underway.
Foundations are uprooted everywhere!
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
How cold her lips were! (Pardon the cliche'!)
We paused to stroke her shining coppery hair.
My red-haired daughter never looked this way.
I get stoned and watch the catsies play.
Feel free to criticize the poem. It's just a first draft, I can't judge its quality.
I have given myself permission to take whatever medications make me feel better, even if some question their medicinal value. There is nothing I take that has not been used medicinally, of course.
I'm working at accepting my illness. That's where one must always begin.
"Expect less and accept less."
6 Kilorats,
Craig Erick