Seven Minutes til 10
So--
the unending circle
stopped its path while
pausing for a deep breath...
One that would never come
without giving away the ending--
Somehow spiraling to the next,
Energy never dissipates fully,
merely becomes transformed
With the new shape
creating epiphanies
For the next metamorphosous
Or is all o fit idealistic crap...?
Designed to make the weak feel better
While the play-doh reaches the light?
All I really know is
there is a constant
Now missing from the equation of me.
(written sometime after her death while i cried in a window sill)
For those of you who don't know, my Maw Maw died. And for those of you who don't speak Southern (as Booz puts it), that would be my Grandmother. The last one I have left. I was blessed with 4 and that is a long story, in and of itself! She is the one who taught me how to cook, how to live, and to be. I live in my kitchen, i live to feed the people I care about. I really need my own restaurant!!!!!!!! Did the private catering thang and should/could still be hired out for that! lOL. Ran restaurants.....................do it daily now cause i just love to cook for the people i love. simple. this woman, her name was Versya (ver-see) Reeves and i loved her with everything. and i just buried her. holy shit.
now what do i do???????????
i love y'all. sorry to have disappeared without a word but i couldn't speak......for once.
