Amanda Todd Suicide Sadness

Aman, Aman, Amanda Todd

We mourn for you as we sob

The guy who did this is a knob

Those who helped form the mob

They set out to rob, rob, rob.

 

Aman, Aman, Amanda Todd

You reached out to stop that mob

Nobody helped you with that job

Making us all look like knobs

As we now all sob, sob, sob.

 

Aman, Aman, Amanda Todd

We mourn with you as you sob

Those lobs, knobs and many sods

Robbed, robbed, robbed

All of us.

Inspired by Nana

With the time we have left

And a bucket list in hand

We sail off with the eagle

Soaring and soaring before we land.

 

We go off on a long trip

Carry-on and we carry on

See, smell, touch and hear

And sleep just until dawn.

 

Soaring and soaring before we land.

 

Up we rise in the early morn

The world is our oyster

As we freely roam that sky

Preferring sun over moisture.

 

Soaring and soaring before we land.

 

We see the colours of the rainbow

We smell all of the roses

We feel the joy of freedom

Ready for whatever the day poses.

 

Soaring and soaring before we land.

 

We hear the music and taste the wind

We sing, we dance, we smile, we spy

We spend time with the locals

And show them how to make apple pie!

 

Soaring and soaring before we land.

 

Apple pie! Apple pie! YES!

Life is as simple as apple pie

Practice makes perfect so give it a try

And see yourself soar to a very big high.

Bifocals and Bivocals

 

There was once a place in my heart I wished your eyes could see

A place you could feel with your spirit, heart and soul

But, the very last thing you wanted to see and feel was me

Your blurred eyes could only look away into one big black hole.

 

There was once a place in my heart I wanted your eyes to see

A place you could feel with your spirit, heart and soul

But, as hard as you tried, it could never actually be

Until you felt ready to wake up and spring out of your secret knoll.

 

There was once a place in my heart I was sure your eyes could see

A place where you could feel my spirit, heart and soul

But, the wait was endless and it could never actually be

Until your vision cleared and you once again let your life be whole.

 

There is still a place in my heart that I can clearly see

A place where I feel, see and hear my spirit, heart and soul

It is alive and well, and it sounds like a beautiful melody

A rhythmic and special melody that defines my lifelong goal:

 

Clear vision and a strong voice of self confidence.

Appreciating Canada

Appreciating Canada

Although at times it seems we are wrinkled

Struggling, tugging, pushing and fumbling,

We manage to eventually work together

To show our pride and ease off the rumbling.

Those battles on the Plains of Abraham

Repeat themselves in each passing year

Metaphorically identical in most ways

Always embracing what we hold most dear.

Our passion for pride and complaining too.

East this, West that, the Center as the universe

You said, he said, we said, I said, they said

First gear, second gear, park, then reverse

145 years of appreciating our diversity

The fumbling and rumbling, the to and the fro

Despite our ongoing differences from coast to coast

We stand proudly together – at least toe to toe!

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

Glue

When you love someone and he walks away,

stand back for a while,

stay away from that dial,

find your inner smile.

When you love someone

and he does not respond,

walk away,

you cannot stay, must not stay,

save the day,

in a better way.

When you love yourself and someone else

and that someone loves you,

you have found

the right glue.