Homeschool Art

I think it's a tree. Or so I'm told.
Unlike my friend , this was no betrayal. This was completely consentual. Except, which sofa will I allow him to sit upon? "Ok, so can I have a bath then?" Yep!

Brother(ly) Love

Spinning...

I feel the need, yet again, to post something less intense. Because "life does go on" as Millay said. While I was moping and mooning around the house, my children found their own form of entertainment.

#1 Turn on the ceiling fan.
#2 Stand directly under it.
#3 spin in the same direction of the blades. (you must look up in order to see)
#4 If you are spinning in the wrong direction, your sister will correct you.

Also, our trampoline became a casualty of high winds last week. (see the dog in the foreground- ducking?) Now I have an excuse to have the clothesline removed. I'm sure I'll miss it next time I need to hang out a sleeping bag.

I am standing where it should be. (smile) Wish I'd been able to watch it. (not really, I would have freaked!)

Death

You sit there and mock me

always in the shadows

lurking

hiding

smirking.

Waiting for the chance

to jump out

and hit me again.

Hemming me in

on all sides.

Pushing me down again and again

until I feel like I'm near drowning

gasping for breath.

Over and over

relentlessly

laughing at me

certain you've won.

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And yet-

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where is your sting?

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Winking,

menacing,

goading,

you entice.

Grief resumes,

but you forget

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you've lost

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you cannot win

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your only power

is

in delaying the reunion.

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You cannot deny it, thwart it, eliminate it, block it, or circumvent it.

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So now I laugh,

(a sometimes bitter)

often bittersweet laugh.

But a laugh all the same.

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For my Father defeated you long ago.

All you can do now

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is spur me on.

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To love more,

squeeze harder,

kiss more passionately,

bless more abundantly,

praise more loudly,

giggle more wildly,

tease affectionately,

tickle longer.

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And when you emerge,

as you surely will,

and

strike again,

I will have no regrets.

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My Father and I will have the last laugh.

Copyright JLohr, 2008