A Poem For My Dad

I wrote this poem the day after watching my Dad die in hospital.

Elegy For Jupiter

BY LAURA D MCBRYDE

Mere days ago, we sat with you
You laughed, we laughed and sighed
Now I sit alone, in front of you
I feel like I have died.

The songs are gone, and jokes are too
With you, they were all intertwined
Now I sit alone, in front of you
And I can't be revived.

The lucky ones, who loved with you
In vivid colours, blue and white
We sit together, in front of you
Our Paul Stephen McBryde. 


(Jupiter has the strongest gravitational pull of any planet, drawing everything in. My Dad had a similar pull, everyone was drawn to him.)
4 June 2018

RIP Minnie

Minnie the Kitten

My little princess fought hard.

She spent her last moments in my arms, lifting her tiny shaking head and letting out some final, quiet, croaking meows before lowering her head and taking one more breath. ...a few heartbeats later and she was gone.

I cut up one of my cardigans to create a soft pillow for her to lie on. Covered it in a red satin sheet. And placed it (and her) in a metal box.

The box reads,

"All dressed up for dreaming"

A rose upon her grave.

As we buried her I played this exact version of Everybody Wants To Be A Cat on my phone...

Cali then visited her girl...

SuperHam Haiku

Cape fluttered in breeze
No criminal made him freeze
He was SuperHam

Me With My Boy

RIP Chino. The coolest ever hammy, even when he is punching you in the mouth.