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Step by Step

Marching on step by step

Winds of change drive forward

Packing boxes, purging

Former chapters closing

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What’s ahead unknowing

Daunting plus exciting

Off to learn life’s lessons

Gone the safety net

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Off the cliff, dare to jump

Will I soar or tailspin?

Crash or fly like eagle?

Time will tell the outcome

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Marching on step by step

Are there any choices?

Sun rises every day

I must meet the challenge.

The Way Back

The Way Back from loss

A struggle each day

My heart torn in half

I wished he could stay
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Alas, not to be

His job was complete

Fulfilled, he must go

Ancestors to meet

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The Way Back from grief

I stumble and fall

In potholes of pain

Picked up to stand tall

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New chapters to write

And places to see

More people to help

Adventures for me

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The teacher is life

To live it, to learn

Move forward he says

My love’s at each turn

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The Way Back takes time

To heal and move on

With wide open eyes

To see what’s beyond.

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Excited and daunted

My soul will be fed

I know it’s the path

The Way Back I tread

Sail on, my Captain

Sixteen years ago I wrote the following lighthearted poem in honor of my husband Roger and two friends, Roger and Mike, who raced our sailboat in the 1998 National Catalina Race held in Westbrook, Connecticut.  They took first for the tall rig division in all three races.  Yes, readers, the sailboat’s name was Sloopy, the inspiration for the fictional 36 foot sloop that Liz and Garret live aboard in Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport and Two Headed Snake of Key West.  Our Sloopy was fast and my husband could make a mighty Margarita.

I am sharing this with you in memory of my husband, who passed away on July 1, 2014.  Sail on, my captain.

 

The pressure was on

To win a glass cup

Each silently prayed

He wouldn’t screw up

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The guy thing, you know

Machismo, at best

The challenge would come

They’d be put to the test

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The good Lord was laughing

As they hoisted the main.

These three would need blessings,

And more, it was plain

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Wine made from water

Was easy for sure,

But Roger, Mike, Roger

Three races endure?

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The task was immense

But these were nice guys

He raised His arms up

And Sloopy did rise.

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She raced to the finish

Three bullets to boot

Miracles do happen.

There’s proof in the loot.

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The lesson each learned,

To celebrate life

Believe in oneself

Be good to your wife.

Surviving Loss

Stand tall to do it all

Accepting help with grace

The sense of loss will fade

The healing’s not a race

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Reach out to those in need

Give all that you can spare

Your heart will fill with love

While showing that you care

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Be good to you!  Sing!  Dance!

In time the joy returns

Your world will right itself

As everyone learns

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Enjoy each day with thanks

A gift is what it’s called

From up above it comes

Stand tall to do it all

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Ever Changing Landscape

Dots along the landscape

Fade to oblivion

Here today

Gone tomorrow

 

My world in constant flux

Bid adieu to loved ones

Open heart

Receive new friends

 

Ever changing landscape

Leaves holes within my heart

Never filled

But marching on