Listening to: Mambo Italiano- Dean Martin/Frank Sinatra
Feeling: jumpy
Today was a very nice day, even though it rained and such. I gave Michael kind of a crappy present, but I really couldnt think of ANYTHING to get him. Haha so romantic too, you know giving him the novelization of The Godfather. He gave me this adorable monkey holding a picture frame, and a picture of us (dancing?) at the formal. Some Hersheys Chocolates too....Mmmm! Oh, and three carnations that they delivered in school today:O)
I havent much else to say, so I'll leave with the poem I wrote for my mum:
Words Unspoken
There are so
many words
that I yearn to
speak
to you
and have you hold
them in your
treasure box
above the
broken frame
for a heart
you thought
you lost.
(you havent lost anything)
So many times
when I wanted
to hold
you
as you cried,
and comfort
your bleeding
soul, as to
stop the pain
and all those demons
tormenting your
beautiful mind.
Then there were
all those times
when I held
back
every word
every aspect of me
because I was
afraid and
rebellious,
challenged by this
"growing up"
thing.
I suppose this
is a poem
for all the words
left unspoken
and every line
I've never fed you
because I'm
too selfish
and shy.
(I love you Mom)
Tell your Mom sweet things every day.
I liked your comment to Alex's FINAL ENTRY. There are at least a few of us here that do not intend to let the memory of onedeath perish. Even though I think he is dead, I intend to embalm him as a lasting keepsake. Stuffed Alexander (with a side order of Spammie)!
haha