As a parent you may or may not sit down and discuss this with your wife

But you want your children to be healthy and have a happy life.


And though you know your life is blessed...are there any parents out there who

Don’t somehow wish your children will have a better life than you?


And when they do, your are overjoyed, there’s no envy...not a trace

You sit back somewhat cheerfully...with a smile upon your face.


And if you’re lucky (and I hope you are) you have grandchildren to adore

Because with grandchildren the rules of parenting aren’t applicable anymore.


As a grandparent you don’t often say no...”Sure have a second piece of cake,

Do you want ice cream cones for about a donut with that shake”


You have the time to enjoy them, fill them full of wonder... full of snacks

And when they’re tired, cranky and filled with sugar you simply take them back!


You get to observe from a distance without the rules and regulations

Yes grandparenting, if you’re lucky, is like one huge vacation.


And though you know your life is blessed...are there any grandparents out there who

Don’t know your grandchildren are taller, smarter, stronger and prettier than you.


And once again you find yourself overjoyed; there’s no envy...not a trace

As you sit back somewhat cheerfully...with a smile upon your face.


For now you have the time to discuss this with your wife

How you’re glad your children and their children have a healthy, happy life.



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no regrets



who cares if there 

are flowers on my corpse 

if I'm dead?

if love is your intent

then bring me

some good memories

and things you learned 

to make your life easier

and more worth living.

wrap it up in a rusted coffee can

from some dark alley where babies lie in dumpsters

and place it somewhere all can see and be comforted

that someone thought about them, and cared

about why their lives ended, and tried to understand

not to punish, but to prevent it.


give me life in my death,

and not sorrow for

what you forgot to do

or not do, to prevent 

yourself from being hurt

on the day I leave here.

funerals are for the ones who are left here,

because the only thing I intend 

to leave you after material possessions

are divied out,

is the same thing since the day 

I first looked in your eyes,

the gratitude for having shared moments together.

we have all been dying since the day we were born,

and if we arrive at our final resting place in peace,

and not at the hands of violence,

then we have been granted more than enough

to say we have been blessed.

I spend my days now thinking what a beautiful soul you are.


5:35 PM 8/4/2013 ©

inspired by



Good Luck Logan


I was watching the news this morning and amidst the Wieners, war and strife

I saw a 2 year old boy named Logan and heard the story of his life.


He has a disease that ends in ‘a’ and hasn’t much time left

He will leave the world a little emptier and his family bereft.


And though death hovered over his story- he won’t escape it- then who can?

At the wedding of his mom and dad- Logan will be the best man.


Mom will carry Logan down the aisle and I’m sure words can’t convey

The pride and jubilance they’ll feel as he gives his Dad away.


To Sean and Christine I wish you well for you I cannot help admiring

As the love I felt through my TV was truly awe inspiring.


Somehow you found joy in your tragedy and you worked hard to revive it.

Perhaps finding happiness in adversity is one way to survive it.


No one knows what tomorrow brings in our realm of time and space

But I’m sure memories of Logan will always bring a smile to your face.

As stories of war and Wieners on the morning news unfurl

I think our time would be better spent on the Logans of this world.


Stories of people, family and their love, like Logan’s dad and mother

Would help us see what’s truly important and connect with one another.


For if we saw each person as members of our family

Just think what a wonderful place this world of ours would be.


How exciting would it be for us to then explore

A world without the scandals, the hatred and the war…


In the meantime, Logan, when the wedding’s over and you have a chance to play

May you listen to Elvis, eat spaghetti and dance the night away.


Speaking for those of us who this wedding will not be attending

Remember, at an open bar it’s polite to tip the man bartending.  :)



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Mother, Mother

Forgive me for my tainted mind, it’s imperfect and not created to perfection

We’re all different, never the same; but I counted on you to lead me in the right direction

Our family is dysfunctional and I wouldn’t want to change

However, the way I see it your personality should be rearranged

   Mistakes have been made but it doesn’t mean you should be judge me

Mother, Mother; your words had injured me consciously, can you see?

To my heart; to unlock its secrets you once held the key

But that was long ago in childhood where I was too young to understand what was between you and me

All I really wanted is to look up to you

Your immense strength I lacked as it as you tried to take over my world, then again I never followed your rules

The dreams you never supported, the emotional hurt through verbal use crawled in my skin

You wanted to know the answers to the questions you seek by my actions but I never let you in

Do I regret it? Always; you linger in my thoughts like a bad habit negatively leaving a bad taste

The past can never be erased

Aiding in my wants has nothing to do with what I needed

It’s not like I haven’t given you a chance . . . my fair self-called out your insolent behavior and pleaded

My interest in you died once the realization of that you abused my mental sensitivity all these years


No matter how hard you’ll try to comfort me now, you cannot wipe away the dried up past tears 

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Debbie and Eddie

Let me tell you about my cousin Debbie.

She helps me and so does her husband Eddie.

They're very nice people and I like them a lot.

Debbie is certainly the best cousin that I've got.

Debbie and Eddie are caring people and Debbie is sweet.

Eddie patched my roof for free and now it doesn't leak.

They took me to see my mom in the hospital before she passed.

When they take me places, they don't even ask me to reimburse them for gas.

Debbie truly loves Eddie and he loves her too.

I'm lucky to have them in my life and that is true.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to Eddie and Debbie Cupp.

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Dna flows through our veins it makes us who we are,

seperates us from the rest and

We get the best,

 of both worlds, from mother and father

Blue eyes or brown eyes what will it be,

Mine are blue but, you don't know me

I, am the  child that you deny

for you tell people that I am a lie,

That makes you a selfish coward.

You, may have to look in the mirror everyday

but, my mommy looks at my face and  each part of me

 and this is what she sees;

Your fingers, your nose and even your toes

My short little legs, those are yours too

How could you deny me, I am part of you

But, my mom she is true to her word and, keeps your secret

of how I came to be, so that you can live your life and be happy

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Love is unconditional no matter the pain or the hurt, love with all of yourself and you will receive the greatest love ever found....

Sweet Burden

Some people call it a burden some say the weight is to heavy

I disagree this is who I am meant to be

They call me Mama, Mother, and sometimes Mommy

What ever name they give me

I say I am blessed because;

There is no job greater I could do better or best

then the one I have been given

For my children were sent from heaven

Where they lost their wings

SO I may sing

to them sweet lullabys while

gently  kissing  their eyes

and  their rose colored noses.

The sound of their laughter makes my heart flutter

I can't imagine the truth in the words I hear muttered

That their is a burden in being a single mother

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My children are my life no matter how they came to be!!

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Lifes Worth

It all begins as my feet hit the floor, then its rush out the door

kids are screamin from the back set,

Thinkin to myself everything will be alright

Sometimes I wish I could hide my head, stay in my bed

then in a moment it all sinks in; I am soooo blessed I have it all in my hands,

The love of my sons and my daughters, it's a beautiful day

Not all work, I'm gonna play, and sing this day away

I'm in heaven on earth, I know my lifes worth

Trisha LoGrasso

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I am inspired by my children and my life and overcoming obstacles.... Living one day at a time one smile or tear which ever it maybe doing it with grace.

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Cherries in the Snow

Breezes of ice- chilled wind -
Clenched enamel; Contrasted-
Boiling blood.
Steam oozes through pores-

A mild debate.
bond-less, loveless.
Mentally detached.
Spiritually disconnected.

Soul-less stares.
Hardened glances-
Hatred brews-upon the dew.
Danger looms-this ends soon.

Darken pupils-
Complemented the ominous platinum surroundings.
Blackened oak branches mirror their veins-
filled with burgundy DNA.

Snow- pure.
Crunches with foot steps-
led with corrupt minds.
Waiting to unleash.
Angelic crystals spread over the ground.
Cold and bare.
Cradles two feens. 
Heathens in nature-
disobeying their spiritual agenda. 

Cheek to cheek-
Consuming each others breath-
Glands function--profusely.

chords sing to the heavens.
Kinship useless-
undesired and nonexistent.

Remain unresolved.
They exhaust every solution. 
Screams transform into the physical.
Threats transform into promises
Shoves and stumbles-
disrupt the gentle blessings the Earth bear.
Radiant- geometric icicles become witnesses to the main event-

Harden blows-harder than thunder blows.
His face.
Their likely features-
sharp jawlines.
dimpled chins.
eyes of a storm wrecked sea-
becomes merely a coincidence.
The mouths that once shared mother's milk-
Warm. Salty.

flies from his pocket.
Black; deadly.
Cold revolver-
Speckled in the sea of this white heaven.
A frigid barrel- cocked.

A stare of disbelief-
A C R O S S-
A stare of emotionless- and sinister enjoyment.
What to do now?
The ending of life is...unavoidable-swift and non negotiable.
Neglected and wasted.
deadly pellets impale his soft flesh.
by the skin of a brother.
Five shots fired.
No echo- No rescue.

Numb as the bullets sprout
Kin-less blood 
Red- Burgundy
Deep droplets.
The smell of iron-
Parades the air. 
Death looms over-
A bearer- bounded and locked.
A reminder of hell.

A dispute. 
Resolved. Ended.
Muted by an instrument so loud.
Nothing left but- a story.
A beautiful setting.
Pearl-white snow.
Pitied upon.
permanently by the cherries...
in the snow. 

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