(March 3, 2017 at 9:15 am)Brian37 Wrote: Don't Say Goodbye, By Brian37
It started one night
When I left
Just to be silly
To get a smile
Everyone says bye
But it happened one night
Instead I responded
"bicentennial"
It became a game
Between me and my mom
To come up with "bi" sounding words
To each we'd respond
The game was
Not to repeat
Or use each other favorites
As we parted each night
She'd respond
To my "bicentennial"
With "biplane"
And it went on and on
I'd say "bison", but would be in trouble
If I took her two favorites
"Buy one get one free"
Or "Bicarbonate of soda"
But we'd run out
Eventually
Knowing I'd have
To eventually leave
She'd end it with
"Buy dog and cat food"
Knowing I'd make stops
On my way home
Feeling her cold skin
At the funeral home
The vile stiffness
It wont happen again
It was as if
I could wake her up
Just in a sleep
The way they prepped her
I can only find comfort
She's no longer in pain
But I hate that we will never
Play that game again
Bicentennial, biplane bison,
Biped, bicarbonate of soda
Biography, buy one get one free
I love you mom, I'll see you in the morning
This was beautiful.
"Of course, everyone will claim they respect someone who tries to speak the truth, but in reality, this is a rare quality. Most respect those who speak truths they agree with, and their respect for the speaking only extends as far as their realm of personal agreement. It is less common, almost to the point of becoming a saintly virtue, that someone truly respects and loves the truth seeker, even when their conclusions differ wildly."
-walsh
-walsh