Why We… #women #moms #wives

There are moments in our lives

(too many to count)

the flames scorch our brow

a touch leaves a bruise

even those close

our hearts twist and use

But

 in stone there’s etched hope

with strong fingers we must choose

weak days there will be

“give up” is not in our vocabulary

 

It doesn’t matter what country I travel to I hear and see the results of abuse. Women even little girls are the fodder of all society (rich, poor, indifferent). There is no excuse yet the abuse (even subtle) continues. Don’t believe me when I tell you that an 85 year old woman has been accosted by her male neighbor. Don’t believe me when I tell you that a man of faith raped his wife for 20 years (we don’t call it rape we call it “free access”).  Don’t believe me because I am a single mom and the school just allowed my child to come to harm; I am the one  being sent to court.

These offenses continue but if you have been raped, accosted, mis-understood, lied to, over-looked, underpaid… Continue to be Strong and Hope.

 

Zebra #poetry #children #school

You look so shy

you are one of a kind

you wear black and white

my kids wear strips

you run and play

and so do they

kids give us smiles

no matter the size

 

Children are planning to return to school and some are finishing up their lessons for a break. Parents are all too proud of these lives that make ours so full of joy!!!

I drew a zebra for a friend the other day (not this one by my talented parent). Those zebra stripes take all sorts of zigs and zags but they still join up some where in the middle – amazing how that works.

 

 

 

O Say Can You See #4thofjuly #freedom

 

“And the rocket’s red glare…”

In a wide-eyed gaze he stared

heard the sounds of cannon and musket

“the bombs bursting in air”

paradise was obliterated

swatting at bugs, ignoring the moist stench

“Gave proof through the night”

trudged forward into a world resembling a mirage

life was put on hold by madness

“That our flag was still there”

he shook himself back to reality

freedom comes with a cost

Happy Forth of July to my fellow countrymen

Charlotte #wordsoflove #death #poetry

The words in bold I pulled from a gravestone poem written by a grieving husband to his wife who had passed so young.

 

Charlotte

I spoke your name in harmony with the lark

now the marble holds memories cold

I caressed your hand through the bitterest of fights

now I seek your shadow as you slumber at night

*

silvery clouds trace your smile’s mark

I hear your sweet whispered tone

rustle through the breeze

as you say my name, I freeze

*

a shiver runneth over me

soft hands reach for embrace

we never ever do quite touch

I look  toward heaven far too much

*

longing to catch your loving trace

tears wet my brow, cheeks, face

that once held hot, warm kiss

can only mouth the things I miss

*

I struggle not to throw myself away

 I am yet buoyant on life’s ebbing waves

“May I be faithful to your name  my dear

    nothing in life seems very clear

*

 

I’ll not forget kindness  from above

delivered treasure from the one I love

Next to you darling reserve for me a place

  eternal destiny full of grace”

This is from a previous poem written in 2014. I work with elderly and see so much love in the last unspoken words. This poem reflects the love from both sises of the grave.

~Thanks for reading

 

Unseen Treasure #poetry #love #sea

 Rush of turbulent waves

overtake the sandy bits

I am a mere grain

hidden in the drifts

 One who sees beyond

how does He know

the deeps where I lay

His love never shifts

for treasure digging deep

it’s hard for us to grasp

open empty hands

filled with love at last

 

Photo: “Art in the Sand”  ©moondustdesigns 2019

Intent #eyes #children #poetry

You may watch what we do

I know your intent too well

who watches the innocent

wants a child to fall?

Too long the history

 foul your jaded past

you ogle a prize

an ogre at best

I’ll continue my path

butterflies and ribbons

we play and we love

our celebration is living

 

I am sickened that there are people in our world who use others for their gain. Children are the most vulnerable and deserve to be protected against such evil.

Thank you to those who reach out to a hurting world and care…

 

Dragon’s Eye © moondustdesigns 2013

Kelly Smile #Uganda #loss #children

 

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

small fingers intertwined in mine

dark ash upon your cheek

fought fire with the older boys

bravest child Id ever meet

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

bands all sizes on the floor

we’d make them for our wrists

love you knotted one for me

in colorful sweeps and twists

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

three short years of memories

but long as a Gulu mile

in such a little caravan

your body we conveyed

grandmother held you in her arms

wept o’er her precious babe

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded of our memories

long as a Gulu mile

as your teacher I then shared

the picture in my heart

a tightly woven little place

it never will depart

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

knot of precious memories

they’re long as a Gulu mile

 

 

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