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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
Soul Journey
How long I’m here
I do not know
To choose the path
On which to grow
One’s steep with rocks
and overgrown
The other flows
to parts unknown
My choice to float
the river’s race
Without a care
Or effort placed
But soon I find
I’m in a scrape
Rapids, boulders
There’s no escape
Learn to paddle
Find the courage
Steer my vessel
Dodge and portage
I’m here to learn
Life’s lessons taught
To grow my soul
To give it thought
I take the task
Where’er I roam
It’s mine, all mine
‘Til going home
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!
Living Color
Born in 1950, I am a dinosaur, who grew up in the days of black and white television. Our view of the world and beyond appeared in lifeless shades of gray. The First Moonwalk, July 20, 1969, came to life on our portable black and white TV. It was considered portable, not because you could carry it with you, but because it was not encased in a cumbersome, wooden cabinet.
And then it happened! Color TV was invented and flooded the market. Stimulating hues tantalized our senses. The world and the heavens came to life.
Color is a way to express our souls. What we wear conveys a message, a first impression. A co-worker once commented that all I wore were dark colors and that I should brighten up my look. I was taken back by the loving criticism because I thought I had been conveying a professional image. The REAL ME loves hot, Carribean colors. How odd that I had chosen to silence my inner being and portray a somber image of black, navy and gray.
I am learning to listen to my spirit. It is difficult to quiet the ego and soar as the Cardinal in his “here I am” red. Be brave! Join me! Follow technology’s lead. Cast off the blacks, whites and grays for LIVING COLOR. Be bold! Make a statement! Grab a crayon. It is your blank page to color every day. Your inner child will thank you.
Remember
When life has you down
Remember
There are always strawberries
When you think you cannot take another step
Remember
The salmons’ trek upstream to lay eggs.
When you cannot bear the pain of this world
Remember
There are always hot fudge sundaes
When the light of passion has extinguished
Remember
There are flowers, dance, music and art
Always Remember
To feed your soul
And seek the light
Marilyn Dalla Valle 