A place of work
became a home
for women with a need.
We worked and played,
left...came back...
laughed until we peed!
Strangers brought together
soon called each other friend...
shared a moment of our lives
now sisters to the end.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Friday, December 16, 2016
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Puddle Jumper
Cleared for takeoff
gaze is steady
pilot geared up
at the ready
raindrops fall
no sun in sight
perfect day
pefect flight
Saturday, August 30, 2014
To Mom from Dad
Closer to perfection--
each breath a whispered plea
or just a conversation with
the angels or with me?
I don't pretend to understand
how you could ever be
closer to perfection than
what you are to me.
Your ears no longer hear each sound
with clarity it's true.
On sunny days your dimming eyes
now have a cloudy view.
As you move toward that perfect place
and I stay here for now,
I place my hand upon my heart
and make to you this vow.
As perfect as you are to me,
I know you long for more--
Move closer to perfection, love
and let your spirit soar.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
The Door
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Announcement
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Once Upon a Time
Sadness filled the kingdom.
Toys sat--
Books went unread.
The princess, who felt quite unwell,
had taken to her bed.
The jesters and the royal court
did all that they could do.
They offered treats and games and such--
She whispered, "No thank you."
The doctors of the kingdom
were summoned to her side.
They said,
"We're sorry, Princess,
but you'll have to open wide,
and take this yucky medicine--
It seems the only way.
For you to feel much better,
you must do what we say."
The princess held her nose
and with a very royal frown,
she took the nasty-tasting stuff.
She swallowed it all down.
It took some princess courage
and a royal doc or two--
But soon she felt much better,
and this is how they knew.
The other royal siblings
came to her room one day,
and asked her quite politely
if she'd like to come and play.
The princess answered cheerfully--
her voice was clear and pure.
The smile,
that had been gone awhile,
returned
and she said,
"Shoor."
Books went unread.
The princess, who felt quite unwell,
had taken to her bed.
The jesters and the royal court
did all that they could do.
They offered treats and games and such--
She whispered, "No thank you."
The doctors of the kingdom
were summoned to her side.
They said,
"We're sorry, Princess,
but you'll have to open wide,
and take this yucky medicine--
It seems the only way.
For you to feel much better,
you must do what we say."
The princess held her nose
and with a very royal frown,
she took the nasty-tasting stuff.
She swallowed it all down.
It took some princess courage
and a royal doc or two--
But soon she felt much better,
and this is how they knew.
The other royal siblings
came to her room one day,
and asked her quite politely
if she'd like to come and play.
The princess answered cheerfully--
her voice was clear and pure.
The smile,
that had been gone awhile,
returned
and she said,
"Shoor."
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Unconditional
Stretching,
Changing,
Rearranging,
Move over,
Hold on tight.
Sharing,
Caring,
Overbearing,
Wrongly claiming right.
Putting up
and pulling up--
through both
the joy and pain.
Sunshine in a smile shared--
Wintry days and rain.
Always open
heart and arms--
Closing not one door--
Accepting each and every part,
And giving so much more.
Changing,
Rearranging,
Move over,
Hold on tight.
Sharing,Caring,
Overbearing,
Wrongly claiming right.
Putting up
and pulling up--
through both
the joy and pain.
Sunshine in a smile shared--
Wintry days and rain.
Always open
heart and arms--
Closing not one door--
Accepting each and every part,
And giving so much more.
Monday, March 10, 2014
The Healer
With fanfare great--
royal decree,
they let me know
they'd chosen me.
They swept me off
my feet and then--
As swiftly knocked me
down again.
No longer did I want
to write.
I crumbled, fell,
turned out the light
on all the creativity--
let darkness take
that part of me.
The outskirt man
stepped in one day.
Said he felt he had
to say that words
I'd written long ago
had touched him and
I had to know.
No public
proclamation made--
no photos,
prize or accolade.
Unexpected--
quiet--
calm--
A spark of light,
a healing balm.
royal decree,
they let me know
they'd chosen me.
They swept me off
my feet and then--
As swiftly knocked me
down again.
No longer did I want
to write.
I crumbled, fell,
turned out the light
on all the creativity--
let darkness take
that part of me.
The outskirt man
stepped in one day.
Said he felt he had
to say that words
I'd written long ago
had touched him and
I had to know.
No public
proclamation made--
no photos,
prize or accolade.
Unexpected--
quiet--
calm--
A spark of light,
a healing balm.
Friday, March 7, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Communion
The table filled with salads--
a crazy quilt of food.
Some tears, a little laughter
the atmosphere,subdued.
Ham sandwiches and coffee
a slice of cake or pie
A life and meal completed--
a time to say good-bye.
a crazy quilt of food.
Some tears, a little laughter
the atmosphere,subdued.
Ham sandwiches and coffee
a slice of cake or pie
A life and meal completed--
a time to say good-bye.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Heirloom
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Valentine
Monday, February 10, 2014
Best Friend
Why is the best choice often
the worst?
The last thing we want to do
must be the first.
Reflections of their pain
within our own eyes--
But also of love as
we say our good-byes.
the worst?
The last thing we want to do
must be the first.
Reflections of their pain
within our own eyes--
But also of love as
we say our good-byes.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Abracadabra!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Racquetball
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Bruce
It seems like only yesterday you held a tiny hand,
Read storybooks, played hide-and-seek,
Built castles in the sand.
I watched our children grow and change
While you remained the same--
A dad of strength and character,
Deserving of the name.
To be a dad has been for you
A precious gift of love,
A journey of amazing joy,
A calling from above.
And my delight as always is to share this love, this life--
To be the mother of your sons,
To be your loving wife.
Built castles in the sand.
I watched our children grow and change
While you remained the same--
A dad of strength and character,
Deserving of the name.
To be a dad has been for youA precious gift of love,
A journey of amazing joy,
A calling from above.
And my delight as always is to share this love, this life--
To be the mother of your sons,
To be your loving wife.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Recess
"So what?" will be my motto--
"Who cares?" my battle cry.
If I want, I'll tell a joke
that no one gets but I.
I won't use proper grammar.
They'll shake their heads and sigh,
"She's much too old to act this way!"
They'll try to reason why.
I'll make the neighbors wonder
when I climb into a swing,
that's meant for someone younger
and I'll sing and sing and sing!
"Who cares?" my battle cry.
If I want, I'll tell a jokethat no one gets but I.
I won't use proper grammar.
They'll shake their heads and sigh,
"She's much too old to act this way!"
They'll try to reason why.
I'll make the neighbors wonder
when I climb into a swing,
that's meant for someone younger
and I'll sing and sing and sing!
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