Breathe @ MindSay

Puffy and swollen eyes later, a stomache full of crabs and a glass of wine or two I can at least breathe when I thought I lost my breathe for good. I don't know why I do the things I do, I just do. Today was supposed to be rest day, I took off I was supposed to chill and just be, but nope I can't do that. Instead of finishing up in the yard or playing with the kids I decided to drop off a window screen Nina Simone shredded last year. I put the screen in the back of the car and headed off to the post office. Today was the first day it had not rain in over a week, a little in the low 70s but I love that temp. I breathed in the air and just as I was about to leave something said "yo let the top down" Can you recall the sound you heard the first time you broke a bone or the loud beating of your heart during your first kiss? Thats what the damn glass sounded like as everything fell apart. I screamed and the tears came along with the snott and why me and you gotta be freekin kidden me.

Hours later I can once again try to be grateful that it is just a window. I can try to be grateful that it will just be 499.00. I can be grateful that I have my car and as annoying and painful as this has been I will come through and out. Only God knows how much I was hurting today, lonely and wishing I had that "him" to hod and kiss away the hurt. Only God knows what my tomorrow will be but if nothing else he has to have something greater planned than both my today and yesterday.

It stinks but yes I am grateful.

In 1995 at 23 minutes past 1 in the morning, my daughter came into this world. In 2008 she finally became a teenager. It has been a fantastic thirteen years, filled with wonderful memories for me. I've taken so many pictures, and so much video of her, and I'm really glad I did. It's all there for me to re-visit, and live the memories again.

So many people have been mesmerised by my daughter. Probably because of her remarkable eyes. I would say that though. I'm her father. All parents think their own children are very beautiful. I definitely do :)

I'm very pleased that she has a wonderful nature. It's quite a rarity. She is unselfish, and would give her last penny away if she thought it could help someone. She doesn't ever ask me for anything except my company.

My daughter has also started writing poetry, which is something I did as a child. Even better. One of her poems has been selected for publication in a book of childrens works. One of only a few from her school. How proud I feel.

I decided to change 2 words from a great song called "The air that I breathe" by the Hollies. I changed the line "Making love to you" to "Making part of you". I recorded the song , and compiled a collection of video clips from my daughters first year.

Check it out, and watch out for those eyes :)

Here's the latest state of play on the Youtube numbers.

I have 577 subscribers.

The channel views are 12,095.

174,676 total video views.

(This is my response to the PoetryChallenge topic "balloon.")

He bought me a big red balloon

And 'round my wrist it was tied.

He said that it was his heart

All filled with love inside.

I kissed him and told him thanks;

The thought I'd forever store.

Then I slipped it off my hand

And we watched it soar and soar.

We like to look back and dream

Of our symbol of love out there,

Drifting along on a breeze,

Spreading this love we share.

You cannot confine your love

Or keep it locked up in a box.

If you want to know if it's true,

Set it free; remove all the locks.

For love cannot grow in a vacuum.

Like all living things, it must breathe.

When you try to possess your lover,

He will wither and die, or just leave.

If your love is healthy and pure

Don't restrain the being that holds it;

For the freedom you give your love

Is the nourishment that molds it.

(arts4peace/Memorial Day 2007)