rum on the rocks

Yesterday was Father's Day and we went over to the West Coast of Florida. The best parts were swimming at Clearwater Beach and drinking rum at Island Way. We had Flor de Caña, Nicaragua's own awesome rum.

It was a good weekend.

I wrote the following today while thinking about what happened last month-May 2007. It might be a good idea to sip Flor de Caña while reading it.

Last month I realized that loss was in my future
The crystal ball showed death and tears and sadness
and blackness all around

I finally understood the definition of family
what each visit, call, kiss represents
but a bit too late in this case

I'm choking on the bitter taste of life
tears stain my memories from when i was a young girl
drinking sweet nectar in a warm home

Nothing can change the world ending
Nothing can make it softer, easier, smoother, or better
In the end there will be nothing, and blackness all around