July 26, 2016

Irish Soup Journal

by Steve J. Burkett (author's profile)
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Irish Soup Journal
Notes - Rambling - Poems - Short Stories - Art - Bull - Steve

7-14-16

7-3-16
Walking brings me back to life, making me forget all about all my sorrows, prison, and life's pains with only my daydreams and memories of our good times to keep me company.❤ You can never get too old to enjoy the good stuff in your life. Old friends, old hats, old music, old loves.❤

7-4-16
Happy birthday, Steve, my son. I love you, I miss you.❤

Sorry is the pain I feel in my heart, happiness is the joy I love in my heart from having you for my son. I love you.

I lost control of my destiny long ago before I was old enough to know the meaning of destiny. Now I'm mostly just anxious, scared, and confused about what's to come. I do know addictions, helplessness, and rage well.

It's normal to watch everyone around in prison to see if they have a weapon in their hands or that crazy look in their eyes. It's normal to have your dead friend and loved ones to constantly run through your mind, and it's normal every now and then to think about running your head into something.

The best meal I ever remember was when I was 13 at my Uncle Ruben + Aunt Silva's: cornbread, green beans, fried taters, and cold milk. Yes, Cella, we were poor.

For a long time in my family, there was an understanding we didn't talk about anything. Now we don't talk at all. :(

People who feel they have a sense of purpose in life live longer; a hobby that you enjoy like painting. :) ❤

I started PHASE 2 of VAOP today: Restorative Justice.

Feeling connected to family and friends keeps people engaged and facilitates healthy aging. Being isolated works in the other direction and can lead to chronic illnesses (Walston). If one gets sick, he needs someone he can count on to be right there to help him. A friend, a loved one, someone to care.

Carrying a grudge can literally weigh you down.

For Stevie
never again
will I feel
your loving arms
holding onto me

never again
will I feel
your sweet kiss
on my cheek

never again
will I feel
your small hand
holding my hand

never again
will I hear
my little boy
laughing out loud

never again
will I hear
my son say
I love you

Steve Burkett
7/5/16

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