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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

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Young Hearts

FreeVector-Heart-Vector-CartoonTwo 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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Connected

Voicemail, email

Morning chores wait

Facebook, Twitter

I’m connected

 

Texting, Linking

Never see a face

Or touch a hand

But I’m connected

 

Day is done

Gone the sun

Missed its fiery rays

But I’m connected

 

Birds sang in chorus

Flowers flaunted brilliance

Did not hear or see

But I’m connected

 

Have I missed the moment

Pulse and palette

Abundant buffet

To be connected

 

My wheel of life

Unable to turn

One spoke unbalanced

To be connected

 

Sightless eyes open

Awakened, I

Taste, touch, smell, hear

To get connected

 

With my soul

Humanity

Life

Connection!