Without You #mothersday #poetry

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some children fall in the cracks

swept up in loving arms

(for you) mothering comes easy

loving is never a “task”

Grandmothers take small hands

steer us clear of life’s storm

water their little one’s garden

never says “can’t” always “Can”

her memory flows over sweetly

wishing she still was near

heaven is ever the richer

Grandmother your love was so dear

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In my discussions with people, I rarely find someone whose grandmother wasn’t an influence in their lives. Some of us were raised by our grandmothers and our mothers were either out of the picture or were more concerned about their own lives. To the women who in their elderly years dusted off their tennie runners and game playing skills and most of all loved us for who we were.

 

Sharing this with Poet’s United today!

Found in the Forest #poetry #photography

forest path

I stop… mesmerized

sunshine reaches down

they’re holding hands

radiance from the ground

I stand… reaching

with my eyes

I soak in warmth

kneel where nature lies

I breathe…silence

listen to holy teaching

never quite the same

for truth I’m always seeking

forest leaf

Sharing with the poets at Poet’s United – Sunday’s Poetry Pantry always has room for more poets to share their work.

As You Walked Out The Door #Holidays #children #poem

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My eyes glinted

the stars caught it

the misty tear “goodbye”

I tried so hard to hide

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The first time you waved

that winning smile followed

my heart couldn’t believe

I’d get used to watching you leave

*

your deep voice fills the rooms

in memory’s spaces

and I fight back dreams

to shrink you back to three

*

but all that is left

an imprint of your laughter

captive of the autum’s glow

and your 7 foot shadow

*

as you walked out my door

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leaves spinning

autumn’s dance floor is full

home is far behind

leaf dance

The prom pt at Chevrefeuille’s is Exodus. This haibun is a reflection of the final waltz of autumn as loved ones say their goodbyes.

I’m also sharing this with the Poetry Pantry where poets join to share a bit of warmth.

Chasing the Clouds #photography #poetry

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just out of reach

out of breath for trying

you give me quite a race

to the end of the day

*

just out of reach

behind the sun is shining

the outline finger traced

you beckon me to play

*

just out of reach

my will is bent on flying

to meet you in a place

warmed always by your rays

*

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Yesterday, I chased the clouds. The beautifully outlined clouds held back the sun’s full light.

There are some things you can never capture on camera. A glimpse of heaven I believe is one of them.

What do you chase in your excursions of life?

I am sharing this with Poetry Pantry where this always good poetry to catch.

Fleurs for Mother’s Day #poetry #mom #mothersday

Her smile gives me cause to grin

I’d pick a handful of every fragrance

put them in a vase

make the perfect card

she’d remember my silly face

with cake batter hands

making her a mother’s day surprise

catching laughter in her eyes

swallowing up mother’s day memories again

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I couldn’t ruin flowers in a vase but I certainly ruined many a mother’s day cake.

What memories do you hold of Mother’s Day with your mother or as a mother?

Wishing all mothers and the Poetry Pantry Folks

Happy Mother’s Day!!!!!

Something Old, New, Borrowed, PINK #poetry #photography

Hint of pink

What am I to wear

season passed beneath the snow

ugly bulky winter fare

I will sing a lovely tune

to bring a smile to his face

not noisy as the summer festoon

none other than fragrance of spring

a dash of a tango

might I borrow fairy wing?

midnight  song will I falsetto sing

fresh light notes

nature’s simple offering

ivory with a hint of pink

dance I’ll share with the stars

 jealous be the moon I think

Today is Palm Sunday a day of newness and celebration. I wave my palm branch for the King knowing of the darkness to come.

This poem is from an old archived piece of prose, the poem is new, the photo was borrowed from my photography folder, the rose is a hint of Pink. This my offering for the wonderful, weekly, poetry pantry hosted by Mary at Poet’s United.

The Specter of Old Age #poem #photography #elderly

Decay
The invisible specter
a master of fate
stealing vitality
weakness is the new state
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clouds of  gray creep in
altering a once comely face
 the mirror an enemy
unrecognizable left in its place
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the crafty meddler of the mind
spoils often the richest chest
scattering knowledge to the breeze
putting memories to the test
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The specter takes everything
frailty and uncertainty remain
bent, gaunt, colorless, shell
a shadow is cast over nothing
 
I revived this piece from one of the original poems I posted on this blog. I wrote this while working as a private duty nurse for a dear lady of 90. I loved the bits and pieces of the word that I got to see in spite of the Alzheimer’s.  Alzheimer’s is devastating for the elderly and their families – one reason I cherish each moment I have with aging family members. Hug a family member today ~ just because…
 
This poem is selected to share with a wonderful and lively group of poets at Poet’s United. The Poetry Pantry give a weekly opportunity to share a poem you have written – join the fun!