The words “I love you”
Are more often spoken in the heat of passion
Or in the form of a lie
Than they are spoken in truth between kindred spirits

Those dangerous, dazzling
Three little words
May as well be the longest words
In the English language

They have the amazing power
To make grown women faint dead away
And make grown men cry and shiver

They are spoken with words that take many different forms
Said with a gesture, a look between two people
Who can not keep a smile from there face when those immortal words
Are said from lips that are meant to be forever kissed with loving kisses

These three little words
Make new lives in many different ways, and they break hearts.

How fortunate I am that those words spoken
From my soul mate, my A Ghrá.


This poem is Copyrighted by myself, Lindsey McLean
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 5 months, 25 days ago

It's hard to believe that 7 years have officially gone by since Alex was born. 7 years ago as of Saturday, February 23, my life changed when a little red life came into this world. Now... he's not so little. 7 years ago I was cuddling an 8 pound sleeping newborn and praying for just 1 more hour of sleep. Now, I'm still praying for that extra hour of sleep, but he's just to big to cuddle. It's just not cool to cuddle with mom anymore. Truth be told, I miss having a little one in the house. I mean a really little one. Someone that actually needs me for more than grabbing a cup from the top shelf. I don't think it's in the cards for me though. So, I'll continue to watch Alex get bigger until he leaves and has a life, a family of his own. There's always grand kids, right?
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

My nephew arrived on Sunday, January 27th. He's the cutest little thing. He's so tiny, only 5 pounds, 15 ounces. His name, Dannie Alan. It's hard to believe that my brother's a daddy now. I have alot of faith that he will be a great dad to Dannie. And if not, I'll rip his arm off and beat him with it til he smartens up.
It's also hard to believe that it's been nearly 7 years since my own monster was a cute little newborn. Makes me feel so old some days. My brothers and sisters (all younger than me) are all having kids, there all starting there own families. Guess the birth of a new baby is always reason for a sentimental note.
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 9 months, 22 days ago

i'm sitting here wondering where this life is taking me. i'm wondering about the choices i've made, the people i've loved and lost, and the places i want to go. wondering if i have the courage to make the hard decisions i need to make and the strength to follow through. i'm wondering if i trust enough or too little. so many questions, to many unanswered. many more will stay unanswered.
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 10 months, 6 days ago

tied to the bed
like a saint on the cross
he sleeps
a drug induced sleep
does he dream?
or see nothing but the dark?
he is my son
not quite two years yet
i ask daily
when they will wake him up
they always tell me...
maybe tomorrow

he sleeps his drug induced sleep
i stay by his side
try to be strong
and try not to cry
the tubes go in and out
he is now but skin and bone
a shadow of the child he was
before the doctors put him under

This poem is Copyrighted by myself. Lindsey McLean
Unknown Tired - 16 years, 10 months, 10 days ago