Skeletons in the Closet

It was raining. Just like it had been for the past few days, every day. It was never expected though. Well, the weather man would say that there would be rain in the forecast, but he'd been so off lately, that no one paid any attention to him any longer. Who could blame him though? With global warming, nowadays, nothing made sense in the world (at least weather-wise). I sighed. It was going to be one of those days again. I jumped off the window seat (I was sick of looking at the rain rolling down the window). I figured, if it was going to be a gloomy day, might as well do something that I had been meaning to put off on brighter days. As I stood, I gazed around the room. Well, there was a lot of work to be done there! My room had looked like it had been in the path of a hurricane! My mother always complained of the mess, but I never really got into the mood of finishing it. I would always start, with dreams of a clean, and organized room, but then would get distracted and stop. I sighed again. I guess this was as good a chance as any to tackle the mountainous task before me. Where to start? I eyed my room. The drawers seemed like a good place to begin, but I knew that there was nothing inside; at least nothing exciting! I looked at my closet. I knew there were tons of secrets that lay behind those doors. Old pictures, cards, notes that had been passed in class, and long since been forgotten. Things that had seemed of such great importance, that now, were just silly. I smiled. That would be a perfect place to start! I rolled up my sleeves, and walked towards the doors. This was going to be a trip down memory lane. I don't know if I was at all prepared by what secrets had been buried behind those doors, but whatever lay hidden there, was going to make this gloomy day a lot more interesting!

To be continued...

Dear Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,

I woke up this morning, and thought of you
Though you've been gone for many years,
The thought of you still brings me to tears.
Little things remind me of things you did.

I see candy orange and lemon slices
A smile plays across my face,
A tear lingers on my cheek,
For I remember how much you loved them.

You were always so strong,
Your passions have become my own.
I try my best to make you proud.
I have come so far.

I wish I could have asked you more,
Listened to more stories.
All that remains now, are pictures
And all the happy memories.

I hope wherever you are,
You are happy and at peace
I hope you are smiling down on us
Knowing that we miss you so.

So to answer your question,
You posed, long ago;
No, we will never forget you
You will be in our hearts forever!

I love you

The Slumber

So this is a poem I wrote eons ago, but I figured it's not going to do me much good sitting in my hard drive...so I figured I'd share it with the world (or whoever decides to stumble across it!) Anyway, enjoy!

The Slumber

I open my eyes from a deep slumber
The warmth of the sun on my face
I haven't felt its warmth for a while
How long have I been sleeping?
I can't seem to recall
There is only one thing I know,
I survived.