Julie gets the results from her MRI today.  I have to see my cardoligist tomorrow.  Danny keeps getting more tired.  Kerry is hanging tough.  The house needs repairing (a gutter on the tallest side of the house fell down after the last great rain fall).  Mary's Party is tomorrow night.

Don’t Worry

 

Don’t tell me not to worry

Rain has to fall, flowers have to bloom

And day turns into night and back to day

Else the universe collapses

 

I worry that your smile may fade

from memories so fresh I can feel the dew

on the mountainside grass

 

I worry that your laughter may quiet

my listening ears as the night frogs song moves

from evening to dawn and stops

 

I worry that your sparkling eyes may close

in my visions so real like the day lily shines for

only a short time in glory

 

I worry that your loving touch may not reach

far enough to comfort me and mine when we

need it most often now

 

I worry that while I don’t want to share your

spirit so fair it needs to be everywhere felt by everyone

to carry on your legacy of loving life with happiness

 

Don’t tell me not to worry

It’s like telling me not to breathe