Poem

Nonchalant Things, By MwsR

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Going in a door, going out

Walking in the garden and about

Sitting down in a chair with ease

Doing whatever you please

Dusting, mopping, cleaning, and such

Not that you ever wanted to that much

Sitting on the front porch chair

Fighting the sunny sunshine glare

Bending down to tie your shoes

Without the help of someone helping you

Walking in a room with ease

Being able to not hurt when you sneeze

These nonchalant things do matter.

Especially when you are trapped in a wheelchair.

Poem

Dad, my first guy, by MwsR

Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I do not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to have known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.

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Extreme By MwsR

Everything is necessary
When nothing is a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you it will no doubt come, my friend.
It is difficult sometimes, more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than we might.
We need to examine how life went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You believe in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.

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Poem

Silence by MwsR Writings

Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release?

So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.

Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.

Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.

It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.

When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.

As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …

Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.

Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.

Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.

Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.

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Poem by MwsR

I’ll Hold Those
By MwsR

I’ll hold those times we talked and chatted close
They helped me the most.

I’ll hold those gifts you so freely gave
Little did you know that those I’d save.

I’ll hold those pictures of you laughing inside my head
Even when I’m feeling blue, and don’t want to leave my bed.

I’ll hold those times we embraced and said” I love you”
You never know when those three words will pull you through.

I’ll hold those conversations with others about you.
They will understand how much you mattered, too.

I’ll hold those moments each of them down deep
And hope that you are there, somewhere, taking a peek.

I’ll hold those things dear to my heart
There is never anything that can tear us apart.

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Poem by MwsR

Another Part of Our Minds, By MwsR

I think there is a place,
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
Another dimension of the now we know
It is what we have in our minds.
See the ability to transport to another place with other feelings
Is simply, there.
There among the clutter, the business of life.

It is purely up to you where you choose to go.
Could be for a minute, for an hour, or longer.
Depends upon what you want to invest in the travel.
Depends upon what you want to invest in the travel.
You can take with your knowledge of things past, or possibly things you have not experienced yet.

There are many seasons there, it just depends on the factors that there are.
It could be raining or cold, possibly windy and sunny all on the same day.
That is how it is with our heads.
This is how it is with our heads.
There is so much to them, even so much we keep in our subconscious.

I think there is for sure a place.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
A wondrous place where you can set your mind at ease.
Another part of us we sometimes fail to see.
It is where we have the ability in our minds to feel something different than in our lives.
There, among the clutter, the hectic business of life, you can control it.

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Everyday’s A Goodbye by MwsR

Waking to see that you are still near me

Listening to your every breath

Recording the rhythm it has, to my mind

Each stroke brings to mind a memory

Touching your fur and feeling the texture,

Sniffing you and thinking that this is nice

You nudge closer to my face,

As if to say, “I love this”

Everyday is like a goodbye

Looking at your big green eyes

Whispering to you that you are special

Loved and my furbaby for all time

I know in my heart without doubt, your mine

And I am yours

Accepted by a cat, loved by a soul

This is how I see things.

Everyday is a like saying goodbye

Knowing that in time this cancer will win

Knowing that there is a timeline, signalling the end.

It hurts worse than I can say

I have made you a part of everyday

For 15 years now

Still seems so short,

In comparison to all you’ve given me

The love that grew between me and you.

Everyday there is a heartache,

Knowing time draws near

I respond as best I know how

In my actions, words, and care

Sometimes it is just stroking your hair

Everyday it feels like a goodbye

I wonder, do you know?

Can you feel my heart breaking,

As I try little by little to let you go?

Do you want me to make things better?

I would if I could.

I want to so badly.

Love is hard when you have to let go

The loving you part is easy

Letting you go is like losing a part of myself when,

Everyday is saying goodbye,

Everyday I feel the need to cry

I want to pretend just a while longer,

But then,

I know I need to capture each moment,

Each embrace needs to be remembered.

The good and fun times with you,

Are they what’s going to be pull me through?

For you however, your spirit will soar!

Although you will not be near me anymore.

Everyday is hard

But each day that comes is a blessing

Each day with you, my sweet sweet Meow.

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Poem

My Love, My Cat by MwsR

I sit and ponder

I cry and the tears will dry

My heart is torn

My decision weighs heavy

You are such a joy

Such a sweet love

It’s effortless to love you

Tomorrow we will part

After 15 years of being together

In spirit we will abound

Forever connected

To reach that great beyond

I’m sad

My heart is breaking

My love makes me know

That I must let you go

But my eternal bond comforts me

Just a bit

I will forever remember us

Our love

Our connection

Our affection

May you always feel my love,

Know my heart,

And feel me near.

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