WIll I see you in Heaven

 I was born alone and abandoned when I was two

Possibly a twin they removed her long ago she had

My face she was my sister my twin identical beauty

What a cruel world we were born into seperated

At birth for me to be lonely forever and you what

Ashes to ashes dust to dust now do I walk forward

My heart is broken it has stopped beating in time

What can I do now I cannot put a bandage on it

It lives deep in my chest and has served me well

I ran like the wind as a child I played field hockey

I ran cross country.I walked across the north

Now I breathe with fear  of clots of strokes

I have to surrender take care and wear green

Some people do not get to die with consciousness

This reminds me of solitary confinment in jail

when I refused to wear their prison uniform

They put me in the hole and day became night

Suspended like this damn plandemic of Mr Gates

My Heart Is Broken

 My heart is broken how do I sort it out

My life my love and future I am scared

That no one will care and love him 

My heart is telling me time is up

When I thought I had many tomorrows

How do I prepare for death my death

What do I need to do what decisions

Dear God please help me sort it out

I cannot die the house is way to messy

I have letters to write things to say

Before the silence of forever takes me

How do I say goodbye to my husband

Should I find him another good woman

Oh but who could love him as I do

Something is wrong in this picture

Is that bloody smart meter responsible

For this heart beat that has become crazy

Dying is easy saying goodbye is not

The Funeral

The day warm and singing birds and death

The Duke is now well on his way to heaven

A life well lived they said a man of honor

The  man with the glint in his eye a man of love

Philip walked with Betty every day  that is true love

Suspended in time

 

 I watch my hands they glide over the keyboard letters

What shall I draw today a picture of time suspended

A pretty picute of spring when mother earth wakes up

When daffodils with yellow crowns and bluebells sing

An ode to the magic of this time of new apple blossoms 

Yes yes and yes again we rise and we are reborn to live

Despite the evilness of man who would turn us to stone