Category Archives: writing
Moments Slip Away
Sunrise, sunset
Breathe in, breathe out
Toil until day’s done
Moments slip away
Sunrise, sunset
Breathe in, breathe out
Days, years, decades gone
Begging them to stay
Sunrise, sunset
Breathe in, breathe out
Time stops for no one
Balance life with play
Memories Live Forever
As the moments slip away
The landscape forever changes
I hold onto treasured memories
Those of days gone by
The best is yet to come
My life’s love would say
But the scales have now tipped
Things go the other way
Memories are what I have
Good, bad and ugly
But they are mine
‘Til the end of my time
I wish I knew then
What I now know
Unnecessary time wasted
Exaggerated insignificance
Take heart, dear friend
Make light of the unimportant
For life is too short
Memories live forever
Quiet Place
Retreating to my quiet place
To heal, to rest, restore
Retreating to my special space
Where pain can live no more
Where flowers bloom and birdies sing
No worries can befall.
There’s joyous music. I am king
My kingdom excludes all
My special place is mine, sweet dove
A spot to be alone
A place of peace to feel God’s love
No TV, text or phone
Retreated to my quiet place
To heal, to rest, restore
Retreated to my special space
I’m back, refreshed for more
Not My Time
Hollowed eyes, hairless heads
Fight the demon, Cancer
Shocked lives turned upside down
Reach out to find a cure
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Why you ask, endure it,
Treatment that can kill?
Because it’s not my time
To leave the ones I love
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Time, a gift, is precious
Time to spend with you
Time to finish lessons
Time to save my soul
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Earthly angels help us
Guides in whites and scrubs
Heal mind, soul and body
From early morn to dark
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The hollowed eye brigade
With lion hearts persist
To wage a war for health
Because it’s not our time.
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Ten Fingers, Ten Toes
Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes
Delicate lashes, two eyelids closed
Bundle wrapped tightly, snuggled to Mom
God’s gift, a wonder, miracle born
A soul enters Earth, parents to guide
Journey, learning, a lifetime of growth
Mother obsessing, teaching with love
Babe grabs her heart, never to part
Adulthood arrives, a man departs
With roots and wings gifted from home
Fly away, son, and make your own way
You know that I love you forever
Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes
Delicate lashes, two eyelids closed
Bundle wrapped tightly, snuggled to me
Thanks for two gifts, for I am called MOM
Comfort Zone
Living in my comfort zone
Never reaching out
Circle getting ever small
‘Til it chokes my heart
Gasping, struggling to fight fear
Ego stomps me down
Lifting eyes to brighter light
Trying something new
Inner spirit give me strength
Push the circle wide
View the world with freshened eyes
Cause my soul to dance
Living in my comfort zone
Never more shall be
Chasing all I dare to dream
Trusting wisdom deep
Easter Past
Below is a blog I wrote last year. It touches my heart because it reminds me of Happy Easters long ago. I want to share it again.
Easter Past
Early Spring dew blankets the sleepy landscape
Tires crunch gravel in pursuit of Easter treasure
Wide eyed children scan for plastic colored eggs
Four to compete
Grandpa waits with bags in hand
Money filled eggs hidden high and low
Three boys and a girl will run the race
Four to compete
Ham in the oven kielbasa in the pot
Hot cross buns in the warmer
Tantalizing breakfast smells tease hungry athletes
Four to compete
Tension builds as we all assemble
No peeking, not fair scold the parents
A nonchalant glance, who’d notice
Four to compete
It’s time. The bags are passed
Three boys and a girl race through the yard
Snatching pink, blue, green and yellow
“Til they complete
The four dump their bags on the living room floor
Tear open the eggs to count their reward
Two tallies to take- most eggs and most money
More to compete
Starved from the contest, gastric juices flow
The sumptuous bounty spread on the dining room table
Ten crack eggs for a winner, eat what we lose
Hunger full-filled
The children are grown, gone to carve out their destinies
Grandpa and Grandma moved to angel’s realm
Parents remain to eat ham and crack eggs
Four to compete
Souls Unite
Darkest night
Souls unite
Melding minds
All mankind
Spirits passed
Souls recast
Godliness
Consciousness
Born of one
Father, son
Pre dawn light
Souls unite
Intruder
Nothing good, only bills, in the stack of yesterday’s mail I flipped through on my way back to the house. The Fall air was crisp. Columns of steam curled from the frost covered grass where rays of morning sun danced through the trees.
I sensed a presence long before I saw him blocking my path to the back door. Terror froze time. Our eyes locked. Does he smell my fear? I thought of running but there was no place to go. In seconds he could attack and I would be dead.
As if by an unspoken agreement of mutual respect, the bear turned to his right and lumbered down the hill to the next house. His slick black coat glistened in the sunlight when he stood on his powerful hind legs and shook the pear tree with his front paws until a shower of fruit fell at his feet. Like a toddler, he plopped on his bottom and ate the pears one by one until his belly was full.
That was my first encounter with the Granddaddy of black bears who caused the neighbors to buzz. Humans can purchase a piece of property, but do not own the Earth. Nature’s creatures roam free. Man is the intruder.
Young Hearts
Two young hearts
Made of Gold
Two young hearts
Brave and bold
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Learn all day
Swim at night
Homework, play
Sleep, goodnight
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Competition
Keep the pace
Some are won
Race, race, race
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Two young hearts
Digging deep
To impart
Nothing’s cheap
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Set a goal
Give their all
Swim with soul
Then stand tall
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Two young pups
Taught their Gram
Don’t give up
Who I am
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Fight the fight
Write, amend
Overwrite
‘Til the end
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Two young hearts
Made of gold
Two young hearts
Brave and bold
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Marilyn Dalla Valle 