For My Brother... Love Begins and Ends A Morning Storm My brother A light A night twinkle Still so bright A breeze So gentle and soft Our hearts safely keep So nothing's lost A kookaburra Waking the morning In the distance We hear him laughing The morning fog He hugs us close A friendly smile He loved and loves us Now you're gone We cry for you When you lived Did we hear you? Sorry my brother Thunder clips a cloud So loud it deafens We hear you now! We still cry for you Skies black and blue Rain pours our tears But a rainbow shows us you The sweet smell of rain passed On a hot summers day You've passed us by And yet you still remain A leaf falls near And he's with us Warmth of a sunrise And he is part of us Loved and missed friend Our brother, our grandson, Our nephew, our cousin, Our beautiful boy and son and sun You shared your love Your soul, your all Thankyou, my brother From my soul to yours. Love Sharon

You cannot create something before it is ready to be, for if you do, you may find you end up with a whole lot of nothing!

Note To Self I'm proud of you, even if you're not!

•=• Nothing But Nothing •=• I chanced across a Nothing one day The poor thing had nothing to say It's mouth was not there In fact nothing was spare Not even a spout For words to get out It did not have a soul It was neither warm nor cold It was not alive nor dead Nor the living dead instead It was not a fourth dimensional moment in time Perhaps only something, or nothing in this rhyme It wanted to do something But ended up with nothing Something for its debut Anything would do It really was a wonder So much on nothing to ponder It tried walking away In a funny sort of way But could not move at all Not even a small crawl So its worried thoughts grew As it had nothing to do "Nothing" thought Nothing And found it quite boring Because its mind was so small That it was not there at all So it found it better not to think And disappeared without a blink So I continued my journey My search for a nonentity As my thoughts of nothing Were not something, but nothing And it had only happened by chance That Nothing came into existence

〰 My Ninth Opuss 〰 Does my Opuss have only nine lives? It's just I think my ninth has died I posted too fast Shoved it in at the last And now it has finally expired That it went so quick was very sad But I re-read the Opuss and I must be mad That's the worst I've read No wonder it's dead Probably the worlds worst Opuss, it's that bad! I dug a hole out the back of the house And wrapped my Opuss gently in an old blouse Said a word or two Before in the hole I threw My iPhone, computer and mouse My whole ninth Opuss had passed I never saw it coming it was so fast Barely a mew No chance to pull thru At least it's at peace at last My ninth Opuss died a tragic death Curled up its toes and took its last breath Created such a stink Rotten inside I do think Hiding my red face with disgrace I quietly left