I could not sleep last night so again i sat at the keyboard bounding away. Have I told all that i am where i want to be, with those i choose to be with. eating what i want to eat and writing what i want to write. I found slowing down putting those little commas and junk in there just to allow those with a high education level to be able to read it was slowing my thoughts down so while waiting for my pipe which i also decidede i wanted to enjoy smoking at this stage of life will be the same. Rather anyone reads or not matters not i got what i needed for relaxation for the night. I could have continued but ran out of coffee so rather than throw in the garbage i give to the world my fun for the night.
On the eighth day of Christmas my father had gave to me;
Two parents peeping. Yes, when I first looked up there were two parents praying looking down at me. A welcoming pair of eyes showing over the edge of my blanket. Sparkling, shining, gazing, down at me.
My first thoughts were happy, joyful and comforting. I remember the day because it stayed with me and gave me feeling of security. One would not be expected to hold on to those feelings, but when they are you first sight into a new world they have a lingering affect upon the memory.
No longer alone, no longer without guidance and a deep peace that gave me comfort, and a sense of pride. Perhaps it could be better explained as a love. How can one so young and mature know this? I was thinking? What do I know I am so young, I am just beginning.
Encouragement started at that first breath, those first thoughts. I had no control no motion I could control, I could not even control my blader. I had to depend upon others to feed me, change me and care forย my every need. Humbling to say the least when knowing I have no say, no way of telling what I felt.
I remember I had memories of laughter and love. How can I know these things? Somehow deep within me was an emotion I had others to depend upon. Not expected to know and I felt that as a deep and satisfying satisfaction that allowed me to show them what I felt. I looked them in the eye, and I found I could smile and cry. Movements I made, jesters I tried, but how can possible convey those things I was thinking.
Somehow deep within me was a knowledge that this was as it should be. My first sounds of fright and anger came to me that those were from me. Thankfulness was my next memory; I remember the milk so warm and filling. The noise and the fright were taken from me, with that nipple so warm and so dear.
I awoke with that frighting sound; the crying and howling was coming from me. Sweet comfort I be, now I got what I wanted, that warm milk, that nipple, that squeeze.
Back in dream land, happy as can be, I find my contentment relieve do I see. How long can this last is my next memory, so easy, so slow would please me.
Rest while it lasts, enjoy what you can for as we are Godโs creatures just like that.
So, the next step of Christmas my father gave to me;
Lost ya there for a minute. I did it.
Comfort and relive was easy but wait and youโll see the fun in the story you just wait and see.
Itโs Christmas I see, I am still to remember for sure but that three that year for Christmas was a thing you should see. Bright balls oh how special was that Christmas tree. Tussles all sparkling surrounding the tree, I remember it well. How do I know this came to me. I must have gotten another gift I can see, I can remember thatโs something.
So here we are on the eighth day of Christmas only day of the year. Already I have received many gifts that are special and memorable to me. Love and laughter are special and free, humble and anger for sure are high on the list. Memory and goodies were hidden here, those first special moments of Christmas for sure must be dear. Hunger and fear were of comfort and cheer. Tenderness and passion can I see real clear.
The lights that were sparkling I could see real clear. Itโs amazing to me how can one remember when itโs all so new? Those gifts they gave me, those first thoughts that they gave to me. Those things that I see, things that attract me those things keep jumping, and jumping at me.
The eighth day of Christmas I remember so well those things that were given so freely to me. Respect and heaven were handed to me. Love mom let her see, the blessing from heaven are meant for me. The father I cherish the father I see, are showing that glee that same pleasantry. Oh, how special these memories I see. Theres others to see, let me remember the kindness the things that I remember that seem to appear is holding your hand and feeling that surety that safety from fear.
Christmas time or anytime I think I can see, even though I have days, and very few to recall. Theres things that are special things to recall. Moments of memory soft and sincere are things that remember so special to me. That eighth day of Christmas will always be so, I feel it often itโs deep in my soul. Prayor are parts I must remember, there were frequently said, have faith, and good health, was wished upon me.
OH, how I love to remember and think of those moments those thoughts and those things, so special and free. No one can doubt me no one would dare, those the actions, all I can share.
My memory is perfect, my eyes are real clear, my voice is near perfection, itโs adios well developed real loud, and real clear. My memory is not fading my ย imagination is here, the rest of the presents, the ones I will hold dear, are not in the future there here. Why should I worry, why should I care, my troubles are few, the things that I will remember are numbered and named, the rest of the days are many, and far I must know.
Resting and rolling are part of my day, why should I wonder why I should cry? Iโm hungry again, itโs easy to see, jump up and feed me, I will keep screaming and yelling it again. Life is so grand, when no worries, no cares, let others provide, I live a life so easy and true, why should I grow, why should I change? Life is so easy when playingย the game, keep smiling, keep laughing their pride will be clear, the first part of life, is a pleasure to itโs easy to share.
The eighth day of Christmas was a memorable thing; that eighth day of Christmas was a wonderful thing. How pleasant, how softly, they treat me today, I wonder if always, I will I will get the same thing. Love and laughter are high on the list, warm milk with kindness to join the forces I know, will be welcomed and free.
No worries, no problems, nothing is free, I bet in the morning with the sun make it self-know, the laughter the cheering, will dampen the soul. The eighth day ofย Christmas may not be good memories for all, the memories we share, may be different by many, will vary, by far. Thatโs in the rule book I saw it right there,
Heaven help those that donโt see it this way, my heads in the pillows, my dreams, are withheld, the love and the care, are forever they sing it real clear. Thank God to my mother who I feel near, the future is brighter and the future is clear, my presents from heaven, assure me this day. The presents tomorrow ย is made real clear, the same thing tomorrow she will teach me to fear.
Heavy hands are not necessary, they leave no fear, I have no memory, how can I know fear? With lights on the tree and no shadows to fear, my mom is beside me my security is clear, rest and relax she pampers me faithfully, she assures me, through here, I bow, to her kindness, I pray for her soul, thank God for life and the things I hold dear.
The memory is still clear, I know I am young, know it is true the lights in her eyes are shinney and bright the love in her heart is brighter by far, than the light on the tree or the trussell and glee, the love of my mother is bigger than me.
The things that I remember, the things I will say, are deep in my memory, saved for all time. The presents I got were free all time, the wisdom, and favors, that were gave to me, will be remembered by others you just wait and see. The eighth day of Christmas was not accident by far, the face in the blanket buried deep in my thoughts will carry me far.ย The love that I felt will help me to be the person much better by far.
Patience and powder must be here now, the fact that there late makes one see. The powder was free and the patience I learned is was new to me. Everythingโs easy, simple, and free, how can I rest, when never I know, will tomorrow bring sorrow and fear? I never worry, I never fear, I have my mother to hold me real near.
One day in memory one day at a time, happiness travels, it comes right on by, the things that I remember, the reason I cry, is made for us both, the love we are sharing, the are easy to see. Wait till morning when things are not clear the lost sleep at night makes thing seem near, but by then, I will be sleeping, so soundly, and still. The lights on the tree, the trussells, and glee will stored in boxes and stuff.
The memory is fun, the laughter the moment will be forgotten in time, but the things that we share, those things from the memory shall be gone, but the love that we felt, will be here for all eternity.
If the eighth day of Christmas was passed for free, would it change any care? The knowledge we get the knowledge we share are not always, in memory free, for us all, but the love of life is better than ever I promise and true.
A Messenger,
Verl K.