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She placed her little foot inside the large footprint in the snow

wondering how and when it got there and which direction it did go

a smile as large as ever broke out upon her face

she was sure it belonged to Santa Claus and followed his each pace

Grandma, Look! she said, I know it's really true

I know I've put my foot inside the mark of his black boot

HE was here! HE was here! His print is really clear

I wonder when he came and if he left anything near?

Running inside she spotted the evidence there

brightly wrapped packages were all placed with care

but how did he know to come to Grandma's house?

why she didn't even have a chimney, how did he get in?

Grandma explained that Santa always knows

that if there is no chimney through the back door he goes

he visits all the houses where the little children play

that is why he came to grandma's house and visited that day

That's why you see his footprints left upon the snow

leading to the back door just for us to know

P.S. Merry Christmas Everyone!

Standing alone on the playground

looking down at his shoe as he

kicks the gravel around thinking

how can I get a hit?

Pals of consequence join

the now verbal conversation

pondering the anxiety of

how can we get lit?

The store owner's keys fit

snugly into the lock opening

the only business still surviving

on this decrepit block

We'll just quickly sneak inside

pretending to make a buy

you come through the front alone

I'll be right behind

The store owner's instinct is alert

and quickly on guard

the gun, too big for the boy

shown through his pants, a bulge

store owner is on the ready

has a piece all his own

quickly draws in defense of himself

two boys run as one drops in his place

This night went down real bad

boys lost to the neighborhood,

SAD.

Not thinking

I grabed his hand

and squeezed it gently

in our shared excitement

The smell, unique in this world

one not duplicated except

sometimes in cans

phoney replication

I smiled at him

he winked at me and said

"Are you happy?"

"Of course I am" thinking,

who wouldn't be with that smell

that one of a kind smell

We went on our way

smug and shiney feeling

like everyone could tell

we had a new car

As the leaves fall

so does my mood

seasonally affected

like a leafless gloom

sunlight disappearing

from shortened days

as I chase these moods

from a cloudy haze

I'd like to dis-order

these seasonal ways

and bring the sunshine

back to my days

The graying sky only reminds me

of how very alone I really am

family members go on their way

and leave me alone to reflect

upon lost loves, lost lives

lost hopes and lost dreams

a reflection of innermost digs

I sometimes wish I could reverse

the story and replay events that

changed the course of my history

uncontrolled life decisions and

a Godless lifestyle that created

remorse in the soul

But I have....changed that is

God is in my heart

God is in my soul

He's forgiven me my sins

So why can't I?

The graying sky reminds me

of how very alone I am.....

"My Borrowed Love Interest"

(aka: Granddaughters sleepover)

Tippy-toeing to the doorway

taking a peek to see if they're asleep

blond hair shuffled all over her head

mouth parted open, deep in dreams

older girl still playing, making

shadow puppets on the wall

God's blessed me with these little ones

that I'm allowed to share for awhile

with parents rushed for time

so, for this one weekend night

I can pretend they're truly mine

Pancakes for breakfast with strawberry

topping and syrup-ed up for consumption

barefoot noises say they're coming down

all giggles and full of gumption

I've been blessed, oh did I say that already?

I guess I can't say it enough

those crazy boys who played so hard

brought me girls to fill my heart

"I Knew A Soldier Once"

It was a crazy time, nineteen seventy three

we were all surviving cause

we thought the love was "free"

every one of us had long hair

trailing down our backs

drugs for recreational fun

not involving tracks

we believed it would last forever

those carefree times back then

didn't realize it was temporary as

the times were always a changin'

the music was instrumental in it's

lasting affect upon our souls

I fell in love with a soldier when

he came home from Viet Nam

his tortured soul cried out at night with

memories to vile to repeat

my love unable to comfort him

as he fought to go to sleep

he lost the ability to share his heart

with others it was clear

so we parted our ways and

I pray to this day that

his soul has finally found peace

They were an accidental family

together by accidental circumstance

playing house with live babies

pretending to be mom and dad

if only I'd listened to ma, she'd think

and had some self control

I should have done as Dad said

and kept it in my pants

now no prom dress for mommy

no hanging with the guys for him

just an accidental family that

started on an accidental whim

His shadow can be seen slightly

from his hiding spot behind the tree

a quiet stalker of souls he will

wait for his appointed moment

to step out and place his hand

on the shoulder of the living

once touched it is a downhill slide

toward the pit of no-man's land

the forever after of nothingness

as always his life plan

you can pull away all you want

his hand has an eternal grip

and once chosen you may escape, but

he'll lay in wait again behind the tree

until he escorts you down the dark path

She'd flip her skirt

in a flirty fashion

the edge with lace

just for the occasion

shoes tap-a-tap-a-tap

dark eyes a smilin

come be with me

just for the night

the can-can of love

for the won't-won't boy

just for one night

be my can-can toy

she smiled again

this time with demand

skirt rustled high up

in a flurry of can-can

eagerly she leans

toward his blushing cheek

as he finally looks up

and gives a can-can nod

ripened apples fall from the tree

cider mist fills the air

pumpkins sit on every porch

ghosts are haunting everywhere

leaves crunch under every step

bats fly low to catch the hair

witches silhouettes on the moon

this fallen time comes every year

little goblins getting ready

to stir their mischief among the living

houses loaded with wrapped candy

dad stands by for the giving

all the children dress in costume

innocently collecting their sugary stash

danger lurking in the background

apples ready to cut a gash

beware my little ones this day

when all the nasties are out to play

"The Piece"

It was fully loaded

and placed in the center of the table

as they looked at each other

with the latest low

life had become

meaningless

with drugs being the

only

purpose at all

she'd given up on herself

kids left on their own

he lived in the moment

jacking whoever came along

who cares anymore

if we live or if we die

the gun, a game of fun

to either end it or

start anew in Hell

she laughed and flung her hair

to one side with glossed eyes

he laughed back

reached for the piece

and said

"Hey, Baby,

wanna' go for a spin?"

the droplets of rain

hanging from the pine tree

glistening with life

for what's needed below

the blessed cycle of

nourishing liquid from

sky to earth to all

another cycle

in one little day

we take for granted

will return again

the cycle, the pattern, the day,

the life will

come again

we assume.

I thought I saw you today

as I looked into the

dress shop window

a face was looking back at me

a slight smile was there

that drew me in

I longed to reach and touch you

as your face was turning away

but, it was then I realized

you weren't there, just a hope

that tricked my silly heart

Come here, dear

sit with me

it's a beautiful day

and I'm feeling lonely

so many people have

come and gone

I wonder how it is I

ended up alone

we can share our day

watching birds in the park

come sit with me

just for awhile

oh, oh,

they're coming for us

do you think they know

how we opened that door?

"Suicide is Death's Whore"

DON'T let her lure you

with her sweet calmness

and her innocent grin

She'll open wide

and let you in

she's all but innocent

in her flirtatious way

like going with her

makes it all okay

when she motions to you

fight with all your might

run don't walk

she'll get her share tonight

sometimes we think

she's the way to go

but fight this B**ch

and just say NO

cause in the end

she'll win somehow

she's no innocent, I promise

this whore of death

she's standing there

just to inhale your last breath

I reached across the bed

and you were gone

I smelled the sheets

it hadn't been long

a little scratch and sniff

reminded me when

our romantic fun

was a roll in the hay

I miss your beer breath

when we first wake up

your cigarette ashes

in my coffee cup

I'll always remember how

we fell from the bed

I sat all day with

a cold pack on my head

you left without even

leaving your number

It's the bar fly's most

common blunder

Ain't Love Grand?

The sex had been better than expected

so they kept up the romance for a little while longer

since the chemistry was well worth the farce

stealing away for pleasures not really their own

robbing others of what should be theirs

a sin beyond the sinners the sex was that good

trying to pretend no one would really get hurt

what harm in their desires they would ask

even though they knew they were living the lie

and speaking of lies, who did they think they were kidding

when at home the physical body was never even given

to the one that should have owned that time stolen away

but the desire was worth it as the mind had convinced

that what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them

Fingers intertwined

sharing a glass of wine

toast! to all the years we've shared

kids are grown and gone

grandkids come along

where do all the years go?

I don't really know

we've weathered many a storm

our love has held strong

now, if we can only make it through

another year or two

without keeling over in

these old chairs!

I never claimed to be a writer

the words just fell out there

spilling onto paper

not always making sense

started out as a little diary

as most girls usually do

writing about life

like it is important

when probably, it's just life

I've loved a few people

probably hated many more

wasted lots of days wanting

and wanting and wanting

had major bouts of depression

laid in bed for days on end

but I never claimed to be a writer

did you?

Survey says: NO WAY!