Totally forgot I wrote this

I found this poem I wrote on my facebook notes...

Thursday, April 1, 2010 at 11:46am

One Stone: A Lament for the Lost

One stone stands different
One word, one date
Both birth and death together
No dash to separate

One word to name him
One date to mark his life
Both death and birth
In a single strike

No body to lay here
His mother his grave
But to keep his memory
The stone she gave

No body to lay here
Just remnants of his soul
His mother now bears
That terrible hole

"Please forgive me" she whispers
And somehow hears "I do.
But now, dear Mommy,
You must forgive you."

This poem is an adaptation of a book called "Tilly" by Frank Perretti.

Valentines are we.

This is a pic of our Valentine’s Day supper at home, while the kids were snug in bed. I often wonder what life was life before we (I) felt compelled to expose every rapturous, sordid and boring detail of our lives to hundreds of people via blogs, facebook, messengers etc. etc. Anyways this supper was so good I just had to post it. In case you can’t really tell what this, here’s a better look:

This is my husband throwing on another raw steak filet to cook on a hot stone. There are scallops to the side, and the steak on the left is the one I’d been feasting on, one medium rare morsel of juicy goodness at a time. We’ve had a hot stone for years and just used it for the first time tonight. My husband was raving about a restaurant he recently visited that served their steaks on a hot stone and I think tonight’s was just about as good as that. I topped off the evening with lava cakes from scratch with cream-can you say RICH?

Anyways, I have to go to bed with my husband now and you know . . . sleep.

Char-ness, out!