Here is a poem I wrote for anyone who is missing someone they love because, I sure am.
LAST NIGHT by: Jodi Hazen March 24 2009
LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP THE THOUGHT OF YOU MADE ME THINKING OF YOUR SACRIFICE I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP THINKING OF YOUR FACE I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP THINKING OF YOUR CHOICE I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP
LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP YOU PUT YOURSELF OUT THERE I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP YOU IN YOUR SPHERE, I IN MINE I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP ARE WE GOING NOWHERE
LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP I COULD NOT STOP I FELL INTO A SADNESS THAT NO ONE COULD AFFORD I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP MY MIND IS IN DISCORD I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP
LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP MY LOVE FOR YOU CONTINUES EVEN IN MY DREAMS I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP MY HEART AND SOUL STEAMS I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP YOU ARE THE MOONBEAMS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW
LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP I KNOW YOU ARE FEELING THE SAME WAY PLEASE DON’T CRY YOURSELF TO SLEEP SLEEP IN HEAVENLY PEACE I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND ALWAYS CONTINUE ON YOUR PATHWAYS WE SHALL BE FOREVER TOGETHER DREAMS WILL BE GATEWAYS TO OUR FUTURE LAST NIGHT I CRIED MYSELF TO SLEEP
I LOVE SPRING! Winter is just so much work! I am so very happy when the snow melts away! Flowers and birds and bees, too. I love spring and spring loves you! What does spring remind me of you ask? Well, fresh air, beautiful colors, blue sky, dry ground, new life. That's what spring reminds me of. Easter baskets of days gone by and colorful Easter eggs for all to enjoy. I love spring and spring love you!
When I was kid in grade school (Walt Disney Elementary in Anaheim CA) I just loved Valentines Day. I remember going to the drug store with my Mom and picking out just the right box of Valentines Day Cards. Mom would always insist on buying candy for me to give to all of the kids in my class. I remember, the week before Valentines Day in school we would make our desk envelopes to drop the Valentines in. The envelopes were to be decorated with everything hearts. I loved walking around all of the desks and finding the correct name on my cards and dropping them into their nicely decorated envelopes. I was always so excited to look into my envelope and seeing just how how many cards were in my envelope and which cards had candy in them. I loved taking them home and looking again and again at who gave me a Valentine. When I got one from a boy I liked it was twice as special. Well, those are me childhood memories of Valentines Days past.
Ok, I am wondering what I can possibly say on my blog that would make friends and family come back to it. I am not much of a writer. I do like to write poetry so I will post some of my writings in the future. Some of my poetry may sound a little doom and gloom but, I write my poetry when I am mad or upset so, if it offends anyone, I am so sorry. My writings are of what I am feeling in the moment and not meant to be relative to anything that is happening "today". So, read it at your own risk and please do not take it personally. Although, I have written about some family members, remember that they were written a few years ago or maybe even longer. As most of you know, I have had quite a bit happen in my 40+ years and I find it theraputic to write what I am feeling. Well, that's it for now. Look for future postings soon.
I am afraid of heights. Even TV commercials with cliffs or someone jumping off a ledge make me want to throw up. I get the strange feeling of falling myself. Strange.