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Sunday, May 15, 2011

It has been a couple months since I heard my best friend Emily passed away.

So many questions unanswered. Not sure who or what to think anymore.
I just hope she is at peace or happy either way.

I wrote this poem after she passed away not long after she broke up with a really great guy.
I feel awful that I introduced them to each other.
Like I brought this turmoil into his life and I feel obligated somehow but I think he has moved on and so now I can as well.

Emily, if you are still around. I love you and wish you would let me know you are okay.
If you have passed away, I hope you are with Our Lord.


Shut up this silence.

Alone in this empty room.

No one to share the pain.

Time won't heal all things

The ache remains the same.

A wish that comes too late

A dream that won't come true.

A desire to have his love

But pride just ran it through.

When you reach His feet and He opens that book

Remembering the pure honesty you selfishly took

Decide then and there who it is you deceived

His choice will be the judgment you shall receive.

Shut up this silence,

I can only hear the scream of the memories I tortured in this non-existent dream.

Shut up this silence

You cannot hurt me now

Yet the agony of loneliness will finally make me bow.

Open up your soul

To the Maker of us

He will give you salvation

In this you must trust

So as I lay my head and you move into your grave

My heart will be forgiving of the mistakes that you have made.

See you when I get there

whenever that may be.

My timely friend of existence

Your debt to me is free.

Libbi 3/15/11 - In Memory of Emily

Ode To My Cat

Hello again my feline friend. Want me to scratch you there?

You lucky cat.

You warm my lap which you magically appeared on.

How DO you do that?

I gaze down at you and you up to me with love in your eyes like that of God's. Truly you are a piece of my heart.

Big baby blues peeking over the edge..

so intense..

so serious..

Something's got your interest. You hunter of things... I think it is a string.

It can be so intriguing to you as it slips quietly over the cushion of the sofa and disappears behind.

You want to try once more?

Oh My! .... first go get that spider on the floor!

What time is it?

I know, as you look up at me once again to let me know your belly is rumbling so.

Let's see, chicken?



Not tonight huh?

Well we also have turkey and giblets. Odd, it sounds good even to me.

Here you go... now eat slow.

Bath time I see. First your whiskers. Long luxurious laps of the tongue as you lick your paw and wash your face. Get those ears and that belly. Soft sated purrs fill the air after your delicious supper while you curl up on the rug before the fire.

Time for bed, furry face. Tomorrow our day will begin again of chasing butterflies and birds through the window pane.

Finding that splendid spot of sunshine on the kitchen floor.

I nod off knowing you will be there at the foot of my bed as you always are, resting quietly.

Sleep well my sweet kitty.

I love you.