You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights…
Tag: Jill Halasz
Solitude – Hour Twenty One
All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…
The Pier – Hour Twenty
The Pier I spent many a year catching fish by the buckets Upon the Gulf of Mexico’s shoreline From sand trout to sharks and gafftop to eel My childhood grew wildly there It kept me from trouble, away from that crowd Special bonding time for…
Lost in Literature – Hour Nineteen
“Books were safer than other people anyway.” – Neil Gaiman In merely a week, I have traveled the globe Via airplane, by boat and on trains I’ve swum with the dolphins and ridden a camel I’ve crossed o’er England’s fertile plains I’ve gone back in…
A World Before Me – Hour Eighteen
I see a world before me, filled with all the brightest hues A far cry from the visions that are laid out on the news A rock amid so many more, so large and yet so small And yet, a place where goodness reins supremely…
Show Me the Way – Hour Seventeen
When I’m feeling lost and broken and nothing is going right I turn my eyes upon you and find comfort in your light You’ve always been there for me when I’ve needed you more You are my greatest asset when the wolf is at my…
Across the Sea – Hour Sixteen
I took a trip across the sea to find a treasure, new to me A gift of hope from years long gone, whose beauty smiles just like a song I walked awhile, I rode some more, then found my way upon the door Of those…
The World Around Me – Hour Fifteen
The scent of lavender fills the air Made heavy by summertime heat The carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach Nestled roughly under my feet The hallway feels longer at this hour of day Each step growing tougher to make My eyes are now…
Invisible Boy – Hour Fourteen
My handsome invisible baby boy I’d be proud to call you “my son” If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to…
Beautiful Swan – Hour Thirteen
Beautiful swan floating gracefully by Dancing softly like the winds of spring Your joy and your candor, incredibly spry The weight of the world on your wing You pass by with ease and no cares in the sight So strong in your humility For though…