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

He had Never Cried Like this Before

As a little boy he was taught
to hide those tears away;
toughen up and be a man
'cuz real men don't act that way.

With a gentle side and a bit shy too,
he didn't like to fight at all.
His dad would get the boxing gloves,
and engage them in a brawl.

He tried his best to be the boy,
he thought his daddy wished for;
Threw punches back and forth,
Until alas he'd hit the floor.

Get back up with a bloody nose,
and tears held back real tight.
He wanted to be close to his dad,
but he didn't really like to fight.

Years flew by and this same boy
toughened up in his own skin.
He traveled a bit of a rough road,
lessons to learn, places he's been.

Made it through to the other side,
rough and tough much like his Dad.
The Cats in the Cradle was their song,
but with their own memories to be had.

The years were hard and took their toll,
leaving Dads body weathered and old.
His boy next door watched this man,
aging quickly yet still strong and bold.

Many years before his time,
His dear Dads health started to fade.
He'd had a very tough life,
There were dues that he had paid.

The time came and dad began
to fade beyond all hopes of return.
His poor body was tired and weak,
and his soul was tired in turn.

The day came the boy saw his dad,
ask for peace and fade away.
Then one early Monday morning,
he took his last breath on Earth that day.

The memorial day was met with sun,
beautiful blue with clouds in the sky.
And at the service he held his daughter,
as tears for her Grandpa fell from her eyes.

This boy so tough and now a dad,
was overcome by his little girls tears.
He hadn't expected it to take him over,
but he felt tears for the first time in years.

He held his baby girl as she cried,
comforting her in every way.
He knew his Dad was finally at peace,
no more pain for him today.

Looking back his Dad had taught him,
everything he needed to know.
Strength, love and determination,
and the will to learn and grow.

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Inspired by my Dad (07-1950 ~ 07-2009)
And my brother John and my niece Jade
At my dads memorial on 08-01-2009

Even Happy Cries Sometimes

We all lose our happy,
it happens from time to time.
Sometimes without a reason,
we find we've lost our rhyme.

We dig deep inside ourselves,
Trying to figure it out.
Searching for the answer,
to rid us of our lonesome pout.

In the midst of having it all,
a tear trickles out of our eye.
We don't always know the cause,
or have a reason why.

We just know we fell so empty,
and that we've lost our spark.
We know we should be happy,
but tell this to our heart.

These moments only last,
as long as we allow them to.
But we too have the choice,
to stop being sad and blue.

We wipe our tears and smile,
then bravely start again.
We choose to find our happy,
and turn tears into a grin.

The Voice of a Lady

Mother Nature speaks to us;
Listen to her whisper in the wind.
She dances in the fallen leaves;
and coerces the tree limbs to bend.

She shines in everything you see;
her touch is everywhere.
She sculpts canyons from rivers
and breathes wind through the air.

She births a new life every second
and absorbs for rebirth what is dead.
She sings songs through the chirp of the birds,
and provides food for all to be fed.

You'll see her in everything you see,
like that immature hawk perched there.
Even in this land made from man.
Look and you'll find her everywhere.

Embrace the life that lives with us,
in everything we do and see.
Every life breathing blade of grass,
the leaves of each and every tree.

Remember we animals share together,
a world that lives and breathes;
With respect for our friend Mother Nature,
and the miracles all that is living sees.

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Inspired by a twitter photo prompt.
A picture taken of a immature Hawk that had landed on a deck.
From: @kitterztoo