They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Monday, November 8, 2010

Wishing Well for Life

                    Picture from Google Images

A wishing well . . .
I thought would be great,
encouraging all to participate.

A virtual well . . .
drop in coins and dreams.
My mission you see, is more than it seems.

I wear a hat . . .
It has so many faces.
They show my survival and the tell-tale traces.

A survivor . . .
With the traces it left on me.
And the scars it left on my family.

A chair person . . .
'Relay for Life' with a passion.
Proud to support in our local fashion.

Online coordinator . . .
twitter, facebook and more.
I'll rally for a cure, its what we fight for.

Team Captain . . .
I proudly cheer on my crew.
You do it for me, I'll do it for you.

A little reminder . . .
Were here to raise money.
To find a cure and save somebody's honey.

A wishing well . . .
Sits before you and me.
Drop in your coins, hope is free.


My friend Heather needed my help. She needed a poem that explained her role with her local Relay for Life.

This poem is written from her view....

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Childhood Magic


                       Photo from google images

Magic to me was Mr. Bojangles,
with his big rig diesels he drove
and those twinkling bright blue eyes.

Bojangles they called him on the CB Radio
but to us he was know as our dad.
A man who loved burgers and fries.

I learned to climb like a monkey
up into and all around that truck.
I simply could not get enough.

A rough and tumble tom-boy,
who loved working with my dad.
I wasn't scared to be greasy and tough!

The trips were adventures
on the white lined highway.
Honking the horn here and there.

I'd flash lights at the passing trucks
with the toggle switch on the dash,
as they would pass us with care.

The people we would meet
in truck stops along the way,
just loved to entertain tots.

There once was a  nice man
who made music with spoons,
Oh, how I liked him, lots!

Sometimes we would stop and see,
people we loved, our family.
It was nice seeing people we knew.

I talked dad into that puppy
while at Aunties in Sacramento.
Then, in the truck, he pooped in dads shoe!

Then that time in Des Moines, Iowa,
a rare time we stayed in a motel.
It had a pool and I just knew I could swim.

I jumped in the deep end
and floundered a bit too long
and poor dad, fully dressed, jumped in.

I will never forget the magic,
the memories and the adventures,
of my childhood life with my dad.

And even though he's now passed on
he lives on in my heart and my soul,
as the best childhood magic I had.


Written for Think Tank Thursday - Nov. 4th

The real magic wand is the child’s own mind
~Jose Ortega y Gasset

To a child magic is amazing possibilities, to a romantic it’s what happens when you fall in love and to a scientist it is something to be scoffed at, magic is something to everyone. What is magic to you?

It could be a familiar smell that brings back a memory, maybe it is silence to a frazzled mother or it might be the wonders of technology, any way you look at it magic means something to everyone. This week use your pen as a magic wand and share with us the magic in your world.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Heavens Littlest Cowboy (scrapbook page)

Heavens Littlest Cowboy

Durango born, this little cowboy
rode his way into our hearts.
The love he leaves will never go away.

With bright green eyes and a love for all,
many knew and loved him.
He'll be remembered each and every day.

Little Matt loved all things country--
horses and John Wayne,
and shooting prairie dogs with his dad.

And he had the coolest big brother Quentin.
He followed him everywhere.
He was the best big brother a boy ever had.

His sweet big sisters, Delana and Shelby,
adored him and loved him so.
He brought such joy and love to them.

And his dear Mama would hold him tight,
protective, but all out of love.
In her heart he will always be a beautiful gem.

Little Matthew lived his life,
fun and full of laughter,
and his time for Heaven came too soon.

God must have needed him
a bright and shiny cowboy.
with little boots and a heart as big as the moon!

Our hearts were blessed to know him,
even for a short while.
In our hearts he'll always live and breathe.

And one day soon we'll meet again,
somewhere sweet in heaven.
Our 'lil cowboy riding towards us carefree.

In memory of:
Matthew Dillon of NM - 4 yo
11-14-2005 thru 10-26-2010
Alaurilee © 2010