MY HUBBY IS COMING HOME NEXT WEEKEND's blog: "Poems"

Missing You I was sitting there eating dinner Watching the Red Sox beat the Yankees The phone rings I answer Its my mom she tells me that you are not doing too well and that you might not make it We talk a while I hang up 5 seconds it rings again What now it's mom again I can hear it in her voice You are gone I hang up I wanna cry but there are people all around I hold it in Why? Almost two year later It still hurts Does it ever stop hurting? Does it ever get easier? Will I ever stop missing you? Everyday I think about you Wondering if you are up there Watching over me Someday we will see each other Again and on that day That is when I will stop Missing you That's when I will stop missing your smile The way you made me laugh And the goofy things you would say I have my good days Those are the days that I dont feel like crying I have my bad days Those are the days that I just cry for no reason Most of the time my heart just hurts There are just so many unanswered questions And I still dont know what a weegy for discombobulators is I guess that I will never know Some days I just sit around and think about all the good times that we had The day that you took John and me to Grimes Field to play baseball We were so little and didnt know what we were doing but you didnt care Every year I looked forward to your peanut butter fudge Every time I taste it now I think of you I know that someday we will see each other again and on that day That is when I will stop Missing You

Buppa Although you are gone Forgotten you will never be Always in my heart So much you mean to me The Cheese Its The peanuts The Trident always in your pocket There were no words ever needed Just reach in and take a piece My own Buppa Trident despencer The play houses that we made from refridgerator boxes in the barn The nights that Bridget and I spend down stairs Watching movies on the big screen Saturday nights going to get movies cuz Sundays you were always closed Going to church and begging to ring the bell Up Down Up Down Some how it was always better than riding a roller coaster Wiggle your ears wiggle your ears Sitting on your lap watching TV Always loved your kisses cuz they were not all wet Like Nana's Your hugs where your arms Wrap all the way around me Horse shoes out back BBQ's on every holiday Running through that sprinkler For hours on end Going to get the mail Cutting through that woods just to stop in to say hi Pulling apart the film things in the basement Playing in the back room with the chair that turned round and round Playing in the darkroom Though I was afraid of the dark Staying home from school sick Upstairs at Aunt Donna's Buppa right downstairs I loved sick days All the movies that you could watch Watching the fire trucks go to calls from the window upstairs Hide and seek in the barn Skunks under the barn Sunday beers at Dad's Although you are gone Forgotten you will never be Always in my heart So much you mean to me

Little Brother The phone rings I am leaving in an hour Just calling to say goodbye Ok I Love You little brother I Love You too Hang up the phone Tears start to fall Why is this happening? Why must I say goodbye To the only person that has been there The two of us against the world Always getting into trouble Always got your back We went from Your on my side don't look at me To You are my best friend I don't know what I would do without you Now I must say goodbye I have been doing a lot of that lately Saying goodbye You would think that it would get easier But it doesn't How is it suppose to be easy To say goodbye But once again I must say goodbye To my little brother