When I Ramble...

Sometimes its best to keep silent Sometimes Its the time to speak Sometimes its time for the half truth Sometimes You are not to fall weak Sometimes you speak your mind but so as to not break another's Sometimes you speak your heart but never to break another's Sometimes you say it false because truth can hurt your dearest Sometimes false becomes true because you want to be someone's nearest Sometimes you want to be understood without any explanations or speech Sometimes you wonder if there is any understanding within your reach Sometimes you wonder how to say it without saying Sometimes you wonder how to sway them without swaying Sometimes you feel its ok to go on bearing Sometimes you wonder when the time comes for sharing Sometimes they need a reminder sharing is caring Sometimes you need a reminder sparing is also caring.

a year gone by, a lot to tell in grand fashion, we will bid farewell (to the year) when he was born, he was tiny as a tadpole tiny fists, tiny toes, eyes and hair, black as coal full of questions, a distant sigh  for when i am gone, he wonders why twinkling eyes and a longing gaze  he welcomes me home with a warm embrace sit and stand, climb and crawl try he will to master them all sounds he makes, though words they are not full of expressions, he communicates a lot stealthy as a cat, he longs to throw everything in sight, high and low grown he has, a foot or more a long mane of hair, which we adore a year gone by, a lot to tell through my eyes fall memories, all pell mell