The Best Medicine

Laughter, considered “the best medicine” and I would have to agree. Through so many of the hard moments that my son, Philip, faced, he still would laugh and smile. He was always trying to make others happy, even when he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had an amazing sense of humor, often very sarcastic like me.

When Philip passed away, I was adamant that his funeral not be somber, he wouldn’t have wanted that. He would want everyone to smile and laugh like he did, up until the end. So, we reminisced about his life and shared funny stories, for there are many involving him. It was amazing to hear others speak fondly of their own experiences with Philip and it uplifted us all during a very difficult time.

I still keep laughter in my life, even though there are days where I cannot hardly stop the tears. Some may feel guilt for having happiness when they have lost a loved one so tragically, but I do not. I know that laughter, happiness and a smile are all the things that keep Philip’s spirit alive. © -Mac

Sweet Puppy Love

What is sweeter than a pair of puppies? Meet Lennon “Lenny” and McCartney “Micky”! They are my 6 week old babies. Born to the same mom (a Chihuahua)— one has a Jack Russel father and the other a Yorkie father (look up how that happens, lol!). They are the lights of my days.

These Voices

Don’t criticize me and my choices

I’m just so tired of all the voices

Inside my head they swirl, turn

For silence I constantly yearn

Still louder until I’ve drowned

These voices in my head pound

When finally I get in a word

They make me feel so absurd

Force me to question each move

Anxious for others to approve

But no matter which way I go

I am always faced with a blow

Self doubt, is my worst enemy

From [it] I need to flee

So into myself I’ll go, retreat

Maybe one day this won’t repeat

by Mac

 

Fear Anchors

Reblogging from back in December. One of my favorites…

Anchor that held me
Has left the sea floor
Not sure where it went
Isn’t there any more

Swaying and bobbing
The ocean has taken
I look to the captain
But he has forsaken

Swept with the tides
No harbor in sight
Just miss the rocks
Lost to great fright

Then I remembered
Was of my own choice
I must let it all go
Have my own voice

Taking the controls
My vessel, my own
Direction of choosing
Even though all alone

No longer I’m pulled
No longer you steer
No longer I’m anchored
No longer I’ll fear©

by Mac

Is It All An Illusion?

Is happiness an illusion, just a pure delusion?
Cards in the hand of a master, going faster and faster
Playing tricks on the masses, as time passes
Disappearing into smoke, leaving the crowd to choke

Fooled again by the trickster, his hands move quicker
So again this joy from me is gone, yet I live on
Causing my heart to disappear, gone forever I do fear
Fool me once shame on me, will I ever be free?

He waves a wand, then everything is all gone
Leaving us in wonderment, as the final curtain is rent
Is happiness an illusion, just pure confusion?
Back to the start we begin, leaving me to wonder again©

If you enjoyed this piece, please also see World Is My Stage

 

 

Down, Down, Down

The rain falls onto my window pane 
Painting pretty pictures in lines and droplets
See it fall and swirl around the drain
Then capturing a green leaf that is in its path

I imagine a voyage upon this leaf
As the water, it pulls me down, down, down
Where will I end up or how brief?
It doesn’t matter, as I feel the water take me

Close my eyes as I feel it drift away
Unaware of the danger that’s lurking ahead
All I know, I want to get away today
I will deal with the reality of life tomorrow©

by Mac

My Message

Put my emotions in a bottle and set them free at sea

They washed onto the shore and you found them for me

You released me from my burden, handled with so much care

But realized it wasn’t healthy to keep my feeling locked up in there

Assured me that it was safe, a place that I was free to let my emotions go

Filled with apprehension, yet a freeing sence indeed, as I saw my feelings flow©

by Mac

 

No Longer A Whole #2

No Longer A Whole #1

Two halves of me don’t total one

I know longer have a sum

Tallied parts, I’m still not whole

Lost and have no control

Look each day but don’t equal

To check again is needful

Hope somewhere along the way

That I will add up one day©

by Mac

 

 

 

 

 

No Longer A Whole

There’s a big hole in my heart, a piece that is gone
Didn’t realize it was missing, don’t know how long
I found it one day, it was on the floor broke in two
Saw a name on this piece, it was signed out to you

I gave you this part, you forgot that you loaned it
Tattered, bruised…Did you realize you owned it?
Drowned out my cries, forsaken and so hopeless
Lost to the sadness and will never feel wholeness

Light is fading from my eyes, see they are muted
Emotion is not here anymore, I have been looted
Coldness has crept in, and like a thief it is taking
And is just leaving behind a deep, painful aching

Searching for comfort, something to fill the void
Not sure I’ll find it, before my heart is destroyed
So I wander this life, not sure what I will look for
But I am so certain, don’t want to hurt any more©

by Mac

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Skin Deep

What kind of word is nattyWordPress? Argh!! 

I used a thesaurus and found out it means some such thing about looks. Do tell me UK friends, is this word your doing? I suppose if I was dapper, dashing or dainty it would be a great adverb. But I quite hate it altogether! Change one letter and you spell nasty and that is all I can think of. Blah! 

So in an effort to go on with writing for this word of the day- here’s a go at it!

There once was a man so dapper, but he was only a good napper
And a maiden of considerable looks, but she only could read books
But life isn’t all about fashions, you should also follow your passions
So if you are tempted to be vain, remember it’s okay to be plain©