Her Junior year, 1965

Her Junior year, 1965
What I took to College.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

.Posting

Sorry for not being more consistent on posting. I guess the doubts have taken their toll on being able to do this consistently and to even try to do it at all. I think what I will do is try hard to post during the first week of each month. If we have a crisis or something like that I may do it more frequently. Right now I am out of words, so to speak.
If you did not read it earlier, I'm going to repeat it here. Not a poem, I guess you would call it prose. Either way, it strikes me dead center. Here it is.

Do not ask me to remember
Don't try to make me understand
Let me rest and know you're with me
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand
I'm confused beyond your concept
I am sad and sick and lost
All I know is that I need you
Do not lose your patients with me
Do not scold or curse or cry
I can't help the way I'm acting
Can't be different though I try
Just remember that I need you
That the best of me is gone
Please don't fail to stand beside me,
Love me 'til life is done.

1 comment:

  1. Uncle Don this is Kyleen. Dad shared the blog address with me and I have been reading it. Just wanted you to know that we love you all and that you are in our thoughts and prayers as you go down this path that God has chosen for you.

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