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I Am You
Why does man divisive be
When all are God’s creations?
Image, likeness shared by all
Wrapped, unique, a gift to give.
Colors of a rainbow mixed
Each displaying human form
Like a field of flowers wild
Purpose, beauty, journey owned.
Ego drives the wedge between
Fear replaces love and trust
Drop the walls, extend a hand
Diversity enriches.
Hate destroys, devours man
Choose the path to harmony
Live in peace with fellowman
Source descended, I am you.
Lost Valentine
I walk the beach, our favored spot
Searching for my love.
Pink puffs on blue, sun bursting through
Hopes are riding high
Be this the day I see his face
Finding his way back
To hearth and home, his family
Awaiting safe return?
I see a man. He’s coming near
Bursting is my heart
The gait is wrong, the build not his
Smashed to smithereens
The gulls are screaming, “Silly girl.
Spirits walk with God.
You look for him, but cannot see.
Open up your mind.”
“A special date, a butterfly,
Feathers, pennies find
A rainbow stretched across the sky
Messages of love.”
Star Upon The Tree
I set the star upon the tree
A special place on top
Reminder of past Christmases
I spent with my life’s love
Did I appreciate those days
While running to and fro
Or did I miss the best of times
Wrapped up in Christmas rush?
The baking, cooking, trim the tree,
Will all of it be done
Before the family arrives
For dinner Christmas eve
We’d stay up late to build the toys
Exhausted, went to bed
Excited boys would wake by five
To see what Santa left
I cannot travel back in time
To capture what was lost
My photos of past holidays
Forever warm my heart
That special star upon the tree
Burns brighter from above
His spirit lives forever more
In everlasting love
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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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
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
Marilyn Dalla Valle 