A Poem I like

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Don’t tell me that you understand,
don’t tell me that you know
Don’t tell me that I will survive,
how I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me this is just a test,
that I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for this task,
apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers
that can only come from me,
Don’t tell me how my grief will pass
that I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment
of the bonds I must untie,
Don’t tell me how to suffer,
don’t tell me how to cry.

My life is filled with selfishness,
my pain is all I see,
But I need you, I need your love,
unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
and say, “My friend, I care.”

~~ Author Unknown ~~

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  4. Gpa here –

    Well, I see you’re into the “introspective writings” phase of this beast. Poetry much less.

    Look Kiddo, there isn’t one person who visits this blog who isn’t madly in love with you. Maybe it took this beast for you to know just how madly and how much. But we all do. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here in the first place. After all, you’re not the first person any of us know who has been visited by the beast.

    I don’t think there’s a person alive who somehow has all the perfect thoughts to share with you that will make this better. Crap, i have a tough time admitting to Gma that I fucked up and it wasn’t her fault that I lost the car keys – and accused her of misplacing them. Never mind that I can’t come up with any verbiage that will un-ring that bell!

    You know, life is all about experience. When you get to be my age (or Gma’s for that matter) you’ve got a fair amount of this. Some really good, some not so much so. But when someone as young as you gets a dose like this beast, that is, in my book, plenty until you’re, say, 100+ years old.

    I pray every night that God will take me (just where I don’t know) and make your beast go away. Maybe that’s trying to pull a fast one on God (like that’s going to happen), but I would take that trade unhesitatingly. That’s how much I love you.

    Selfish? Flawed? Vain? Gee, you actually sound human. Find me someone who doesn’t have these traits and I’ll show you a golden retriever, or any other dog for that matter. But I don’t think we’ll be looking any human eyeball to eyeball and saying, “Gee wiz, that son-of-a-bitch is perfect.” The human condition: it is what it is.

    I know all this is tough, but I also know I really don’t understand how tough. You’ll have to fill me in in a year or two when the trauma abates. But for now just remember that your Gpa (bon vivant, handsome fellow, Vodka connoisseur, OCD poster child, apologizer to she-who-must-be-obeyed) loves you unconditionally. That’s all I got for you.

    Peace, Love, and Fuck Cancer,

    Gpa

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  9. You Ms KT are loved so much. It is strange how one becomes aware of that. Reading GPA &GMA posts, watching the video made by your friends, reading the posts by your friends- if positive thoughts and all that love sent tour way could take away the hurt and pain you feel from this beast… You would be well today.
    Hope this is a good day for you sweetheart. Hugs.

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