Mother’s Day Memories

***As a mother myself I now understand the love for a parent and by a parent.  Thankfully, I also know that I am loved by my children.  Faulted but trying, I believe that I am a good mother and hope to remain that way always.  This poem is a little rough around the edges but life is as well.  My mother is always in my thoughts and heart.  I know she loves me,  Happy Mother’s Day Mom.

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all.

 

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"In Mother’s Hands"

 

Today, Inoticed for the first time that I had my Mother’s hands

I have always loved my Mother’s hands

They always seem capable and strong, but filled with a soft kindness and gentle touches

Her skin milky white as a child, has turned a soft warm brown

As if they were while clay turned darker after being fired, as if by time they were finished

 

Either working or playing they always drew your attention

Strong, capable and rough they did not fold because times got tough

Their strength only grew with each finished task then moving on to another

Soft, kind and gentle they warmed our hearts

Fixed our littlle pains and showed a love that came from the heart, passing to us by her touch

Teaching us how to do the same

 

All of these things are true but only skim the surface

Not diving deep enough to show you what I mean

One last thing might explain

 

Talent.  Her hands hold a great talent

They create light and dark, colors so bright they leap out at you

With her finger tip she blends, molds her works

Brush strokes strong to soft and light show us a piece of her sight

Hands that move with swift grace despite their age

Giving us a piece of her each time we see a new piece of work

 

Her hands alone are not the cause of this insight

But the extension to the heart which is all light

See her hands in mine I hope to find her heart in mine.

 

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***I wrote this poem after my mother was diagnosed with terminal heart disease.  I shared the poem with her and she requested that I read it at her funeral.  January of 1999 she past away from cancer, I did as she requested reading the poem at her funeral; it was and will always be the hardest thing I have ever done.  She was my best friend and I miss her everyday. With mother’s day just past I thought that sharing this would be a way to honor her memory. 

 

Poetry "How will I remember Mama?" ©1997 all rights reserved

 

How will I remember Mama?

Early in the morning, dawn on the rise, she sits with a coffee cup and a sleepy smile

Her deep and rich hair artfully styled by the pillow from last night

Eyes clear and full of love, laughing at life with a beautiful smile

 

How will I remember Mama?

Telling bad, corny jokes only she and I know with a light shinning in her eyes, her laughter warm and bright

Stories of her life told with a humorous twist, she bellied the pain and spoke the fun

 

How will I remember Mama?

Standing in front of a canvas, paint all around, colors varied that cant match the hue of her heart

Creating a joy and love of things around, sharing her vision with a open heart and smile

 

How will I remember Mama?

Scowling, the Enforcer, she teaches us how to make our way

Honesty, Caring and Love, as our example

Crying on her not to soft shoulder, making me wise as I grow older

Warm arms holding me tight, telling me things will be alright

 

How will I remember Mama?

I will remember most of all, that she was there each time I fell, as well as each time I stood tall

A Best Friend, no one could ask for better, but I was Blessed because I was Her Daughter

Thoughts of My Love.

Written just after my husband and I started dating, I wanted the emotions I felt to be what I desired secretly so badly that I questioned…  This is my answer.

 

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"Reach"

 

Whispers in the dark

Soft touches on heated skin

A brush of lips

You reach for me

 

Is this a dream

Wishes granted in my mind

My hope for love

I reach for you

 

A catch of breath

Slick skin slides across one another

Fingers tangle together

You reach for me

 

Is this reality

Moments captured in my mind

My heart full of love

I reach for you

 

Sounds of passion stir the air

Heat surrounds our bodies

Passion ignites Love

You reach for me

I reach for you

 

You reach me

I reach you

Thoughts of being a Sister.

I wrote this a few years back to work through some issues I was feeling regarding my sister.  She is my big sister and I am glad that she is.

 

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"Sisters"

 

We share the same roon

We share the same last name

We share the same sister and brother

We share the same mother and father

But even with all of that in common

We are not the same

 

You are a dark haired beauty

Exotic and Strong

I am fair haired pretty

Natural and Tall

Each of us different but the same in special ways

 

Our love runs deep and true

Given fully to whom we choose

Strength given and taught

We stand solid, never waivering

Each of us has our heart and soul

To share and we do with much to spare

 

Although all of this is true

We also have had our share of squabbles and fueds

Some binding us together

Others breaking us in two

 

Through our time together we have fought and loved

Taken and Shared

Learning from each other

Growing inspite of ourselves

 

As sisters we have shared our past, present and we are sharing our future

The world outside us gave us to each other

With the heartache of the events of our lives

With the gifts of a child, our parents were blessed in turn

Blessing them with your three siblings

 

We don’t share the same blood, skin or bones

But what we do share is the same heart and soul

To me that makes us more than just the label of sisters

For we have something even born sisters often lack

We have a pack to always be sisters that no one can take back

 

 

 

“Passion For Me”

I hope fervently that everyone finds someone who can share the freedom of emotion and the safety true love offers.

 

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"Passion For Me"

 

Softly I touch your face

I feel you tremble

Your name a husky whisper from my lips

Eyes so vivid green, ignite

Slowly you lean toward me watching, waiting

Your hand touches my chin and slide to hold my head

Closer, not close enough

At the first brush of lips

I stop breathing

You devastate my senses

Brush after brush the flames jump higher

Each caress of lips reach deeper

The tip of your tongue glides over my lips and soft moans are heard

Mine, Yours, Both

Returning the gesture breaks the barriers

We collapse into the kiss

Falling into each others arms

Each others hearts

 

Your passion reaches my heart

Honest, True and Explosive

Soft, Gentle and Enduring

Passion meant for me

 

Passion For Me

“Ghosts of Christmas Past”

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"Ghosts of Christmas Past" by JSA

 

Theres the smell of winter in the air, pine smoke from the chimneys

Holly decorate homes and storefronts

Lights are strung from everywhere

Christmas is here

 

Only he sees the holly and lights of last year

He still feels her arms wrapped around his sides

Laughing and smiling as they danced under mistletoe and moonlight

Christmas was her favorite time of year

 

How could he of known

Why didn’t he listen

She is gone and he is left alone

With Ghosts of Christmas Past

Ghosts of Christmas Past

 

He hopes she knows how sorry he is

How if he could do it all again

He would change nothing but the end

Where he gave her the keys

Where he gave her a chance at life

 

How could he of known

Why didn’t he listen

She is gone and he is left alone

With Ghosts of Christmas Past

Ghosts of Christmas Past

 

Knelling down, he brushes aside

The snow from her grave and the tears from his eyes

 

 

 

 

*With the holiday season rushing up on us I hope these words might remind you that the life you take while drinking and driving might not be your own.

 

 

 

Moments Remembered

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"It’s Time To Dance"

 

She knew the question

Only now the words rang in her head

Would she be interested

Should she consider

Could she and be left whole

 

Looking in the mirror she sees a scarred soul

A lost child in this lady feeling old

Next to her women youthful in appearance

With eyes to old to be their own

Make up, leather, rhinestones and feathers

 

It’s almost time

Time to step on stage

Not the stage of her dreams

But the stage that has been thrust upon her

 

Her new name has been called

Shaking hands, weak knees, a fake smile

She moves through the crowd

Once the music starts there is no turning back

Lights, Music – Action!

 

They say she is admirable

They say she is strong

They have no idea how hard it is to keep yourself removed

Removed from the lies

Removed from the demeaning pain

Disillusioned and Isolated

The answer to her problems

Only created more in its wake

 

As all ladies do, she loved to dance

But now she only dances when she has to

The passion the music inspired seems false now

A figment of the writers imagination

 

She looks at the reflection and eyes that were once blue

Look a stormy gray

She will do what is necessary to protect her own

At what cost to her soul is not known

At what cost to others is measured in green dead presidents

 

A change of clothes, add lipstick and a dash of perfume

She is on stage three

With one last look in the mirror

She looks at me and we leave

It’s time to dance

 

“Where Angels Never Go”

For BEV:

 

"Where Angels Never Go"  *all rights reserved

 

The rain splashes against the window pane

Blurring the world outside into misty images

Washing away the pain of another day

 

Slowly it’s coming down

The beat against the tin roof echoes my heart

Refreshing my soul

Gently clearing my mind

 

Puddles of tears I’ve cried

Flowing into streams, rivers

Where every lost loves teardrops flows

Together creating a sea of loneliness

Where even angels never go

 

As the rain slowly dies

The sun begins to shine

Drying up the moisture left behind

Warm sunllight touches on my face

Promising a new day

A new love ahead

“False Spring”

Sitting quietly, I can feel the crisp cool air touch my face

I can hear the distant sounds of voices and people going through their day

I see a squirrel scurry away to a tree with his bounty

I can smell the ground, trees and the hint of growth in the air

But even with all of these wonderful senses from the new season upon us

I am numb

For all of these things should touch my heart and soul with their promise of new hope

I can’t feel

 

For every promise given – one is taken

For every new hope that soars – one crashes

 

You have broken my heart and shatter my soul

Tossing aside all of your promises made to me

Stomping on the new hope blooming inside of me

 

I am numb

But not done

My heart will heal

My soul restored

 

I have been through my false spring

Now after a reprieve my true spring is coming

 

With the only promises mine and hopes my own

I can walk down the path collecting my own joy and sorrow

Taking the lead for my todays’ and tomorrows’

 

 

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Son’s Hidden Talents

  “Doggy Star” by Bryan M

 

Twinkle twinkle doggy star

Shining down from up so far

 

You are my watch dog in the night 

Guard me with your fearless might

 

Twinkle Twinkle doggy star

Keep me safe from up so far

 

“The Night”

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Just as the sun must rise in the morning

 

It also has a time to lay to rest

 

We all have a time to be born and a time to die

 

At dawn of a new day as well as the dawn of our lives

 

Everything is fresh and vibrantly alive

 

Each season, such as each life has different light as well as shadows

 

But one can not be without the other

 

So when dusk is upon us let us look back and see the beautiful light of the past

 

As well as the beauty of our future, the night