My Butterfly

You are so distant
You don’t see me here
I, on the other hand
Can feel everything.

Like butterflies landing
Causing a light wind to blow
This is how my heart flutters
When ever you are near.

I’m in love with your smile
I can feel the warmth of your hands
My imagination runs wild
Thinking us side by side.

I touch my own breast
As I think of us now
Lying in a field of honey
Escaping from reality.

You kiss my lips
I nibble your ear
Your hand reaches down
I come up to you.

We explode together
Releasing butterflies in mass
Colors of pinks, red and blues
Mmmm, this is heaven.

You are so distant
You don’t see me here
I, on the other hand
Can feel everything.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Jan, 9, 2016

 

 

My First Try in Colors

I said a few days ago, that I wanted to try to answer some of those goose bump feelings I have been having in the arts department. I didn’t get an easel, but I did get a set of colors and pad from my daughter for Christmas.

I decided tonight since my legs are feeling weak to sit in bed and give my imagination a chance to widen further. This is what I ended up with. Should I keep going or put the huge stop sign up right now?

 

 

 

 

My New Pet

It isn’t the best photo. My tablet doesn’t take very good pictures. I still wanted to show you my new pet. A pet that is easy to clean, easy to take care of. A single life, likes quiet times, and yet adores it when I speak to him.

He will keep me company. He won’t hurt my feelings, unless he dies. He won’t argue or question why I do this or think like this or that. He is also beautiful in my eyes. I let my granddaughter pick out this one for me.

It already feels  like a perfect match for me with similar likes. His name? Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you that. His name is Buddy Blue. Welcome to my small world Buddy.

Sometimes prayer doesn’t seem enough. There are those moments when we want to jump head first, and come to the rescue. Obstacles, and sometimes feelings can interrupt those high dives.

I have always been the type of person who wants to help others. As I get older, I have noticed I think more of my aches and pains and staying near my bed that brings me more comfort. Maybe this is wrong, but I am always tired.

I hate that about being sick. I don’t know whether it is the Parkinson’s that makes me so tired, or maybe my age, or maybe the doctors are right, and I have Leukemia.

I have had two separate blood tests by two different labs and the suspicions are on the high side of Leukemia. This changes my views on life. Of course, I may have years to live, this isn’t a big deal really. I think it is the quality of life that I have remaining that matters to me most.

This is what makes me start thinking about me more often than not. What really makes me happy inside. It isn’t that new purse, or going out to eat, kind of thing. It is the internal peace that one wishes and hopes to carry within themselves until their last breath.

It is then that I realize I want to put myself in positions where I feel the biggest peace ever. I start asking myself,” what is it Terry, that brings you true joy? Who are you really, and what do you do best.”

Those are tough to answer quick, as I have not been the type who thinks of me first, so I don’t have many answers at this point. I know one thing for sure. With having two moms and not bonding with either very well, it is of the utmost priority, that I feel loved and appreciated for even breathing and taking space upon this big, blue marble we walk upon.

I will keep working at this. I will hear what people are telling me. I will ponder on my life, and I will try to find one positive thing, at least, every day, just like I did when my brother was so ill. I guess I had laid that task aside after he passed on.

It was too hard to find this, or I just ignored it; but life moves on, whether I wish it to or not. Bumps in the road happen, life changes for people. Nothing remains the same, and neither will I.