Author: Patty Richardson

Butterfly kisses
Smooches and hugs
Walks in the park
That’s how it was.

Holding your hand
Till it got dark
On the way home
When we left the park.

I’d say, “I love you.”
You’d say it, too!
Knew we’d get married
In a year, maybe two.

Two years of school
College and more
We’d kiss good night
While we stood at the door.

Picked out a house
In our hometown
Planned to have children
Our family around.

We had two kids
A cat and a dog
A picket fence
A house made of logs.

Lived near the lake
Where the kids loved to swim
Just like we did
We were once, just like them.

Time flew by fast
The children grew up
They left the nest
Now alone, both of us.

I wouldn’t change
Not one day of my life
So glad we’re together
So glad you’re my wife.

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Saw you walking into town
You stopped to buy a cup of coffee
Didn’t know that I was watching you
For a moment, you stood beside me.

I stepped back, to let you pass
Took your coffee to the river
You were sitting on an old, park bench
I saw you there…. sitting with her.

She was slender, maybe five feet tall
Her hair blonde and shoulder length
By the way that you reached out to her
It was clear…you were more than friends.

I envied the woman that caught your eye
Perhaps she’d won your heart
I hung around a little while
But, it was starting to get dark.

I wondered what it might be like
To spend the day with you
I’d seen you many times before
In the park, a time or two.

You appeared to be the kind of man
Someone I could admire
Well dressed, well versed, cordial, polite
I’ll admit, I was inspired.

You’re far too old, and I’m too young
To date someone your age
But fantasies, dreams, wishes and goals
Can begin in unusual ways.

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Grounded, balanced
Even tempered
Always cheerful
Warm and tender.

Welcoming
With open arms
Always calming
Every storm.

Helping me
To see the light
Always truthful
Always right.

Through the worst
Of troubled times
Always patient
Always kind.

Life is hard
Hard without you
I don’t know
Know what to do.

I call your name
Though you’re not here
Still comforts me
It calms my fears.

I hope that I
Can find my way
I hope you hear me
When I pray.

Your spirit lives
Within my soul
Will never, ever
Let you go.

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A new step
A new vibe
Giving thanks
That I’m alive.

Second chances
Second shot
Two for one
That’s what I got.

Feeling lucky
Feeling brave
Thankfully
Yes, I was saved.

Pulled the trigger
A misfire
Hung the rope
No, not the wire.

Frayed, unraveled
It let go
Down I went
One floor below.

Knife was dull
Wouldn’t cut
Blade was not
Quite sharp enough.

Held my breath
Down at the lake
Got pulled out
For heaven’s sake.

Bottle empty
Pills are gone
My calculations
Were all wrong.

Not my time
Guess, I’ll stay
Not meant to be
No, not today.

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Thanks given to St. Anthony
For finding things I’ve lost
My patron saint, my hero
The keeper of my cross.

I lost it on vacation
I prayed I’d get it back
St. Anthony works miracles
Was found …. up near the tracks.

Off walking with my cousin
We were playing, fooling round
The clasp broke without notice
It fell…fell to the ground.

I posted signs all over
“Please help me find my cross!”
I offered a reward, of course
But, it was gone…was lost!

A phone call from the motel
Had surly made my day
My cross was there, it had been found
I gave thanks to God and prayed.

A little boy was walking
Near the tracks, where we had been
He saw it there, he picked it up
While walking with his friend.

St. Anthony had intervened
He brought me from despair
Once again I realized
The power of my prayers.

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Toking, smoking, getting high
Clouded thoughts, left in a fog
Out of focus, off my mark
Can’t see the light, it seems so dark.

Upside down, turned inside out
So much noise, it’s so damn loud
Through a maze, you led me thru
I had no doubts, I trusted you.

Need a mantra, need this fixed
Getting fucked, so tired of this
Every day and every night
Need some sparkle, need some light.

Scrambled, twisted, sorted lies
Makes me want to wail and cry
All the while, I believed
I was the one, the one you’d need.

Going where the getting’s good
I’ll pack my bags, I know I should
I have to go, I just can’t stay.
There’s got to be… a better way.

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Where are the girls
The fems and the dykes
The bi’s and the trans
The girls that I like?

Black, white or brown
Everyone in between
We deserve to be heard
We deserve to be seen.

We should be free
To love and to care
No judgements or bias
Cause it’s only fair.

Gotta be who we are
Don’t be afraid
We don’t need to hide
Be proud and be brave.

CHORUS:

Raise your glass high
Let’s drink to the day
Let’s say it out loud
That we’re proud to be gay!

We can hold hands
Let’s walk down the street
Don’t care if they stare
Or say that we’re freaks.

We’ll carry our flags
With rainbows on high
No reason to worry
No reason to cry.

Come out of the closet
Step out and about
Shout from the rooftops
Just let it out!

CHORUS:

Raise your glass high
Let’s drink to the day
Let’s say it out loud
That we’re …..PROUD TO BE GAY!

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Looking for a miracle
Looking for a sign
Wishing I could find a way
A way to make you mine.

Hard to be so close to you
Yet, so far away
Unable to reach out to you
So hard to face each day.

Every movement, every glance
Don’t want to… have to hide
It’s so clear, so obvious
These feelings deep inside.

You belong to someone else
You’re no longer free
Nothing I can do or say
Will bring you back to me.

A look of sadness in my eyes
As he reaches for your hand
Trying not to shed a tear
Trying hard to understand.

Still looking for a miracle
Still looking for a sign
Wishing I could find a way
A way to make you mine.

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