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Break or Bend
Darkest night, the tempest rages
Violent winds upon the shore
Mighty Oak and Willow bracing
Morning light reveals the score
Staunchly stood the Oak resisting
Any change from status quo
Willow swayed and rode the current
Bowing to the greater force
Steadfast Oak sustained much damage
Branches snapped that would not bend
Willow’s tired leaves discarded
Healthy limbs, a place for growth
Change occurs, how will you answer?
Fight to keep your comfort zone?
Ride the thermals to new heights?
Break or bend, your life, your choice.
SUPERMAN
If I were Superman, I’d fly around the world backwards
To turn the time upside down
I’d go back to when my boys were small enough
To hold upon my lap
When we were all a family, my husband, boys and grands.
Go back, I say, to simpler times.
I’d lay beside the man I chose for better or for worse
To feel his heat and love forever.
Accept, Forget and Live for now. This moment’s all I’ve got.
No argument from me.
But I cannot forget what was, my life, my love, my boys.
It’s burned forever in my heart.
The boys are men that need me not. My husband’s gone back home.
Life is good, but much is lost, never to retrieve
If I were Superman, I’d fly around the world backwards
To turn the time upside down.
The Rose
Fragrant rose stands alone
Protected by her thorns
Facing winds, pests, disease
Surrounded by her peers
By herself in a group
She meets her fate head on
Knowing that all blooms fade
Her time is limited
Bud to bloom, path is set
Each petal will unfold
Sharing joy, beauty’s gift
Revealing what’s inside
We’re unique, talented
Our mission is to use
What we have, who we are
To help our fellow man
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
Listening
Listening to deepest yearnings
Voices whisper deep within
Listening to spirit guiding
Letting heart lead not my head
Discovering there’s more to see
Making choices new to me
Turning pages, writing chapters
Living my own history
No one else can walk my journey
Only I can take the path
Listening to spirit calling
Feeding soul with sight and sound
No one else can write my story
Not a one will take the blame
If I fail to have the courage
Paying heed to ego’s fears
Listening to deepest yearnings
Hear the calling from my heart
Listening to spirit guiding
I set sail for parts unknown
Fight for Control
Angry seas launch my eggshell craft
Floating, but a second, before
Gravity’s tentacles tighten
Crash! Into the trough
Green water overhead
Where air had been
Scared, I fight for control
To survive
My fragile vessel, scarred
From numerous storms
Victim of circumstance
Once again
Exhausted from the struggle
I finally learn that I cannot
Control Nature’s fury
But must weather
I trim the sails, hand on tiller
Adjust the course to surf
Not be buried
By the uncontrollable
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.
