Members hesynergy Posted October 31, 2008 Members Report Share Posted October 31, 2008 Mimi's SongI type here thru the haze of incipient and real tearsI am trying to find a wayTo make it okTo liveTo CareAbout myselfI dare not loose myself in loving for fearOf loosing a part of myselfOf being lost foreverOf dying slowly in the pain of lossOf loosing me?So what?What have I done to deserve my lifeA life that SHE gave meA life that SHE nurturedShapedSmackedCongratulatedHuggedscreamed,made guilty ofLaugh'd at my laughscried my tearsReveled in my triumphsPrided herself inMEAnd now, SHEthat wonderful, contradictory, brilliant, joyous, correctingaspiration engendering, devastatingly funnily foulmouthedLexicon of everything cultured,profane, profound, and preciousSHe with her hand in mine...afterSHe, who made me promise she would not suffer would not feel The dark hand,That squeezed the breath out of her,SHe, who's ebullience, brilliance, Always one step ahead of me, Made me, want to Need to, Must Call MimiCall her every morning,To validate my day...And tell her how beautiful the sun,Slowly splashing on the mountain top across the wayWas finally made realOnly when I described it to heras a word song ,Singing her one of her beloved Monet'sSHeSheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee .....Mimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.....OH Godddddddddddd How I acheHow I need her....mimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh My MimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiPlease come back...Please be proud of me againPlease share your wonderment and joy at lifePlease release me from the guilt of trusting othersOf distance, of livingI am ready...I have nothing to live for ...no one to Tell me"Hi, my love!", the moment she recognized my voiceOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....that pain...washing my soulAllowing me to see....how shortLifeISsheisgoneAnd as I take the inevitable breathAfter the tears,The sweetness of painReducedOf memories of her laughterthat I causedof memories of my own laughterMimi caused...The loveThe prideof being her sonscrubs the barnacles of self indulgent blarneyFrom meGet on with it, SHE saysSpread the loveSHE saysMake someone laughHug someone who needs itJust hug someone.So, Mimi,I am hugging every-one who reads thisAnd not letting goUntil they need to goand LIVE, and Laughand Hug someone else.Thank you MimiFor the memories that make me more Than I wasI, weAll were soooooooBLESSED!!! By the simple fact That YOU were in our livesreflecting.........I want to call her again, I want to say again, "Mimi mudder....Did you know I love you bunches?"and,"...what am I interrupting?", I've got this great dirty limrick"...and I can't wait to hear her guffaw,Almost to the point of peeing herself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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