but it isn't what I want or don't
as I would rather wrap myself
around you in simple ways
as you are making soup
or trimming a mulberry
around the drunken birds
while being careful not to
step harshly on any
wild purple violets
In those days of flannel shirts, Levi’s and younger skin, it didn’t always matter what the lyrics were. It mattered more that I wanted to fit into…
I learned much from your quiet example More than all the words you ever spoke those lasting bits of you ramble in my chest Yet, there’s no way to…
More than the rocky, parched and root-filled soil where she now rests, I'll remember her snotty purrs and sweet personality. Goodbye Stella Bella.