So I graduated the same day of my mother’s service
It was part of my design I suppose
My graduation was on Saturday at nine
And my mother’s party at one in the afternoon
We did not have a funeral
We had a get together at my parent’s house
With food drink and company
With mom in her pretty urn
Surrounded by flowers
No one cried, mostly laughing
Tears were dried for the days before
My brothers and wonderful, wonderful sis-in law
Even though my brother did most of the cooking at home
She made us dinner
While my five year old nephew helped me plant flowers outside
She even paid my dad’s bills, with his money of course
I tried to write two checks….that ended up being voided
They left; my brothers and my wonderful sis-in-law went home
Just me and my dad
And my mom’s poor grieving dog
I love that white ball of fluff
My dad and I trying to figure when he needs to go to the vet
Groomer’s today
I have now graduated
And have not looked for a job
Tending to my mom
Economy
Final papers
Now I relish my freedom
But fear my future
Job, Job, Job, JOB?
The cut flowers from the hospital has not died yet
It has been a week and two days
“You better look for a job”
“Take a month off”
“Are you sure you are ready?”
“The sooner you are independent the better”
“Take your time”
I am not looking for a job THIS week
I am not drowning in grief, nor sorrow
But I am still easy to tears
Stress of a new job? Yeah right
Next week? Maybe, who knows?
It was part of my design I suppose
My graduation was on Saturday at nine
And my mother’s party at one in the afternoon
We did not have a funeral
We had a get together at my parent’s house
With food drink and company
With mom in her pretty urn
Surrounded by flowers
No one cried, mostly laughing
Tears were dried for the days before
My brothers and wonderful, wonderful sis-in law
Even though my brother did most of the cooking at home
She made us dinner
While my five year old nephew helped me plant flowers outside
She even paid my dad’s bills, with his money of course
I tried to write two checks….that ended up being voided
They left; my brothers and my wonderful sis-in-law went home
Just me and my dad
And my mom’s poor grieving dog
I love that white ball of fluff
My dad and I trying to figure when he needs to go to the vet
Groomer’s today
I have now graduated
And have not looked for a job
Tending to my mom
Economy
Final papers
Now I relish my freedom
But fear my future
Job, Job, Job, JOB?
The cut flowers from the hospital has not died yet
It has been a week and two days
“You better look for a job”
“Take a month off”
“Are you sure you are ready?”
“The sooner you are independent the better”
“Take your time”
I am not looking for a job THIS week
I am not drowning in grief, nor sorrow
But I am still easy to tears
Stress of a new job? Yeah right
Next week? Maybe, who knows?