Category: Poetry

My father used to miss his mother, my mother misses her mother. Those who know it feel it, I didn’t then. Dad told me how he missed his mother and everything she meant to him and the things he would sacrifice and the worth of her approval and his respect for her. I didn’t then. I don’t know what would of made me really understand but the words weren’t enough to describe or come close to that feeling. I do now. My mother is here , my Gd! You can watch as I plead, beg, grovel, cry, scream to not loose to not loose please! I KNOW! please I don’t want to, while wells of water dripping, then running out my eyes…

Time time energy energy we hold these so dearly like a couple that’s been together it matters so much in our lives just because you have history and you really put effort in any change even good after a long period of time of regularity even if your regularity is dysfunctional it’s yours it took your time and energy. Change creates a feeling, uncertainty or fear of unknowing other than your own will and ability which you’ll question that too. In the end its all on you by yourself to feel and deal with the real outcome in your life. Outweighing your fears, circumstances push people push the universe pushes you’ll either rise cause you must sink cause your content but are in denial or make a choice and ride with it knowing the fact one is wrong or right but you can deal with either or for eg some people choose to give up in life and let whatever powers to just have them. #dontgiveup#lifetolive

By H.Josephs