Louie: So Old/Playdate

There is to me, no funnier comedian than Louis CK. I have a feeling that he is the twin my parents never told me about. Only if that twin is a third Irish, third Mexican, and a third Hungarian, but still my at least spirtitual twin. I have the same worries and as most of you know the same weird ability to say the most inapporpiate things at just the right time.

Daffodils

I remember when you planted the first bulbs

We joked that only luck would bring them out of the rocky soil
But in her heart I knew she hoped they would brighten up the cabin
Winters on the mountain were never easy
Short, cold days bled into still colder, longer nights
But comes March, and the old dreary leaves suddenly heave as the bright green pushes upwards and out of the soil.
Within days the daffodils bloom
First on the south side of the cabin
Then slowly as the sun warms the north side
She would gather a bunch to set on the table
Taking many minutes to make sure they looked just right.
I’d laugh at her earnestness
She always made our home the only place I could live.
I’d rather be with her in the daffodils than any blossoming apple orchard
Years have passed by and those bulbs spread thicker and thicker each spring
I see her tending to a special spot surrounded with a rail fence
Two mounds covered in yellow
One for a son we lost
The other mine

The Breakfast Beer

Many may question the breakfast beer

To me it is a ice cold sleeping pill

Sliding down my throat

This morning required a double dose

Slinking off to bed

The bottle sweats and drips on my chest

A pleasure shake comes

Slide on into sleep

A safe morning

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