my themes have seemed to be stuck,
but this is important,
for the the next few weeks the memories are good, but hard.
My Dad has been coming to me in dreams,
helping me with "projects".
I believe this, but his birthday was on the 18th.
My mom passed, now 2 years ago, on the 26th.
I am torn, because the memories are good,
but i miss the separation.
I would that i was with them.
This confuses some of my closes friends,
who are like brother and sisters and daughters,
but it stands in my heart nevertheless.
The time will pass
and the world will continue to turn
and i will go one...
remembering that which is good.