August

It's always a weird month. I write it poems and hand written letters because just about every bad anniversary we have is in August, oh and mine and Dean's birthdays.

August 8th  - 9 years since adoption of Bradshaw fell through, his mom changed her mind.

August 10th - My 48th birthday

August 11th - 17 years since Evangeline was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.

August 15th - Dean's 43st birthday

August 29th - 10 years since hurricane Katrina

August 29th - 3 year since the tree fell on our house and tried to kill us during hurricane Issac.


 And this year Evangeline will go off to college on August 14th.

August!!!

  Birth of dreamers

Death of lonely

Birth of lovers

Death of leavers

 Birth of pain

Death of dreams 

Birth of shots

Death of pancreas

Birth of plans
 Death of lands 

Birth of help
Death of homes

Birth of Swindlers

Death of truth

Birth of spin doctors

Death of blindness

Birth of strength

Death of walls

Birth of Heart
Death of emptiness

 Birth of birth of birth  

Death of death of death

And in between.

This is August.