Sadness Danced ~ Katrina Curtiss 11.30.21
A tip of the glass to quell the pain Beaten in life, like the falling rain
A tip of the glass to quell the pain Beaten in life, like the falling rain
He cast his line out into the night Hoping he would get a bite He’d done this many times before Tonight, he hoped that he would score Of in a darken other place A girl sat staring at her face She wasn’t pretty, she felt alone So she started surfing…
If you are lucky in this life, You might find a friend or two. If you are lucky in this life, Someone walks next to you. If you are lucky, your heart is light and your pockets are always full. If you are lucky, few times in life will you…
There’s a band of orphan bandits that roam across this earth, Having been left, by the ones they knew at birth. By choice, by death, by whatever means, they find themselves alone, With broken hearts and bandaged souls, together they do roam. They know each other when they look deep…
Basura Cat has quite a surprise, For Miss Sofia, when she opens her eyes. She made a basket full of Easter candy, To make Sofia’s day special and dandy. Chocolate eggs and sugar galore, With a blue bunny, who could ask for more? Basura wanted to say, “I love you,…
I think it’s the most wondrous thing, When I hear my telephone start to ring. “Aunt Katrina” is how they start, It’s like an arrow straight into my heart. To know that when they have a choice, They chose to hear the sound of my voice. I quote their Grandmother…
Coffee by my bed this morning, presented by the Elf On The Shelf. Morning walk with Sofia around the neighborhood, smiling, waving shouts of “Merry Christmas” to strangers we meet. Back home, reaching out to those we love, miss, cherish. Chocolate bars surprise for our neighbors. Masks on, tossing chocolate, scurrying…
Sitting in silence, this early Christmas morning with Basura Cat sleeping upon my lap. I find myself wondering if all pet owners sit in uncomfortable positions for extended periods of time so they don't wake them up. It's an odd Christmas this year, no tree, no turkey, no gatherings due…
It’s a quiet Christmas Eve morning, Sofia doing her thing, me, mine, Basura Cat sleeping in the windowsill. A text from my adopted family, “Are you busy?” First thought was about seeing anyone during the Pandemic, during the season of gathering. First a stop by my adopted nieces, the girls…
I suspect that I am not alone, getting lost in memories at this time of the year. Here are some of my fondest of Christmases gone past. My mom loved Christmas, we’d clean and cook and spend the day with family and friends, stomping snow off their boots and settling…