It’s good to be in the laboring class, and one who rested on yesterday.
It was good to reflect with family and friends and plan for better pays.
It was good to rest and watch tv,
it was good to dance – I chose to yeet!
While laughing and hugging and giving up love,
my dear sweet November, crossed over on us.
November’s been with us since his birth, he would have been 10 in October.
Suddenly the merry Qui that was doing the yeet – was wishing she wasn’t sober.
There was deep pain in my heart to see my daughter sobbing on the floor,
because she found his lifeless body, on the porch, next to the door.
He’s been with her since she was 7. She sorrowfully went through.
And suddenly I was LABORing the holiDay in a completely blue hue.
We went to sleep (last night), somehow. I, for one, blacked out.
The at 4:45, on our a.m. school drive and we, again, began to pout.
We knew November was sick, so why is it so hard?
I think I’m crying because my kids are hurting and it feel’s like “Ooo Lord.”
Now that the holiday has past, I am charged with the task
of finding a reputable facility to handle November with class.
My sleeves are rolled up and I am duly on it.
How do I summarize 10 years into one final moment?
Do send me those good vibes. You very well know I need them,
LABORing the holiDay and I’m really going to miss him.
October 15, 2004 – September 1, 2014