Tonie

 

In memory of Tonie Marie Ginnery, my precious, little friend.

Born June 6, 1962 and died September 1, 2015 at 53 yrs. old.

 

A pocket full of mischief

 

Our fingers soaked with tears

 

Once, so inseparable

 

Sharing our dreams and fears

 

Confiding deepest secrets

 

Laughing throughout the night

 

My precious little friend

 

With you, my life felt right

 

Who would think that time

 

Could break our bond apart

 

No longer in my sight

 

But forever in my heart

 

I pray you found happiness

 

After all you went through

 

Life gives us no guarantee

 

And so short it was for you

 

One day we will meet again

 

With your horse and my cat

 

Pick up where we left off

 

We always were like that

 

Be patient my dear, Tonie

 

Count the stars, kick the moon

 

Clutch your dream catcher's

 

I'm fixin to be there soon

 

©S. Austin Vincoski



But Thats Life

 

Some lives aren't worth living

 

Some gifts aren't worth giving

 

Some words aren't worth saying

 

Some games aren't worth playing

 

Some bridges aren't worth burning

 

Some pages aren't worth turning

 

Some thoughts aren't worth thinking

 

Some wines aren't worth drinking

 

Some roads aren't worth paving

 

Some families aren't worth saving

 

Some mountains aren't worth moving

 

Some edges aren't worth smoothing

 

Some dreams aren't worth trying

 

Some deals aren't worth buying

 

Some friends aren't worth knowing

 

Some smiles aren't worth showing

 

Some times aren't worth wasting

 

Some pictures aren't worth pasting

 

Some rivers aren't worth crossing

 

Some coins aren't worth tossing

 

Some hands aren't worth shaking

 

Some plans aren't worth making

 

Some people aren't worth caring

 

Some bonds aren't worth sharing

 

                                                          But thats life......

 

©S. Austin Vincoski 

 

      

Waiting

 

 

What is it that I am waiting for

 

I stare at the ceiling, then the floor

 

I stare out the window into the sky

 

Time is the seasons as they go by

 

I listen for voices and someone to see

 

I listen for footsteps to stop for me

 

I hear my own heartbeat in my ears

 

I hear the faint sound of dripping tears

 

I hear the creak of a painful bone

 

I hear the silence of being alone

 

The same four walls are closing me in

 

A room where all days end and begin

 

There is nothing that I am anticipating

 

No, I am just still here and waiting

 

 

©S. Austin Vincoski