Children are a Blessing

In my heart are memories
of babies lost along the way,
on the trip to motherhood
that came that blessed October day.

Three angels babies
singing lullabies in heaven above,
while my beautiful son on Earth
brightens my life with love.

Scared to try for another
I held on to my only son,
never thinking God would bless
my life with another one.

Years later I married a man
who is such a blessing to me,
and with him came a brand new son;
you can imagine my glee!

With two special sons
to now to share my life,
my life is complete
as a Mother and wife.

And more sweet blessings
in grand babies too,
to bear hug and tickle
and say "Peek-a boo!"

My life so fulfilled
by family, peace and love;
this is absolutely everything
I've ever dreamed of.

Whistle Me a Lullaby

Whistle me a lullaby,
then wipe the tears from my eye.
With your love I gently sigh
yet these are happy tears I cry.

The joy I feel simply glows
and on your face it clearly shows.
We nurture our love so it grows,
while passion through our blood-it flows.

I want to laugh and to cry;
have no fear and don't ask why;
Instead I look into the sky,
and offer thanks for this slice of pie.

This piece of pie is made of you,
with a beautiful heart and eyes of blue.
You’re always here seeing love through,
fighting for us in all that you do.

This light we share is made of love,
a love that fits us just like a glove.
I hear angels singing from Heaven above,
as they send to us a beautiful dove.

We kiss the dove then set it free
and watch it fly to the edge of the sea.
It soars away content and carefree
while I bask in the glow of you loving me.

Her Voice Speaks Silently

I looked up to you long before
I knew your name was Edna May.
Back then you were merely Grandma,
mine from that very first day.

I'm eternally grateful to God above
for blessing my life with you;
times spent with you-my favorite,
memories I'll always hold true.

My guardian angel-nudged by God,
I'm touched when your letters appear;
it's like you know I need you
and those letters help bring you near.

As a kid I longed to touch your hair,
much to your dismay;
I thought your hair was so beautiful,
perfectly combed and silver-not gray.

You were my connection to Mom,
and for that I am so thankful.
You've always left me feeling so special,
and my heart is eternally grateful.

You've gently touched my soul
since before I was even born,
always watching over me
and keeping my spirit warm.

You speak to me so silently
in spiritual words only I can hear,
and even when you aren't around-
in my heart I feel you near.

With my inner voice I call out to you
and I know you'll always hear,
and you'll say your daily prayers for me
as you lend a loving ear.

I remember wanting to run away,
as a little girl-straight to you;
I always felt safe in your arms
and your love-it felt so true.

Many have called you Mother,
Auntie, sister and friend;
but I call you my special Grandma-
my role-model 'til the end.

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Inspired by a twitter prompt
"her voice" by @writingprompt
and by my fabulous Grandma :)

(portions of this I originally wrote in 2009)

Disguised Behind a Smile

In dimly lit rooms people hide
from fear, pain and reality;
from peace, love and tranquility.

Wearing thinly veiled disguises
they venture out with smiles,
carrying baggage across the miles.

The weight of the load is quite heavy;
they're scared to let go I suspect,
something to do with self-respect.

The truth is I don't just guess on this;
in reality I know it well,
for I too have my story to tell.

My own collection of splinters and scars;
of pain, loss and confusion;
of living a life of illusion.

Wearing my mask through my day,
yet dying a little inside,
as my soul silently screamed and cried.

But the truth is behind those silent tears;
behind the pain hidden by disguise;
you're wide awake and so very alive.

And soon you'll break off the mask;
you will no longer need to hide;
you will wear your heart with pride.

A rebirth of souls will occur;
as you put one foot in front of the other
and slowly begin to recover.

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via a twitter prompt:
"disguised"
From: @writingprompt