Aren’t We Having Fun?

In honor our friend Michael33. I share this. 🙏🏼🌟💛

The Vision of Poets

The coffee didn’t brew
The shower didn’t run
The room…too cold for you
Aren’t we having fun?

Laid out clothes never again to be worn
Cats basking in the morning sun
I’m reminiscing of days since I was born.
Aren’t we having fun?

No sounds of pickin’ guitar
Or TV showing the political run
I pray he hasn’t gone too far
Aren’t we having fun?

No pain to feel
No meds on the tongue
I keep thinking this can’t be real
Aren’t we having fun?

A warm embrace and kiss on the face
In final moments with the one
That I can still hear echoes of his voice saying…Aren’t we having fun?

It is with great sadness that I share the passing from this life to the next of Michael33, my daddy. Thank you for following his poetry blog. I hope it gave you as much joy as it did…

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My girl


Don’t let the turquoise fool you, she’s been in and out of the hospital at a time when it’s not good to be in the hospital. I’m thankful she hasn’t caught Covid and is on the mend. Life sure has a way of stopping you in your tracks and showing you what really matters. 🙏🏼🦋💜

Needless you say I have been absent from WP for awhile just wanted to share what’s been going on. Happy Friday to you.

A mere shadow of her former self