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I think she knows a thing
about living, of love, a generous line
She builds shelters from sand,
mixes sugar with water for humming
bird wine. In her home she sets
shells out for wayward crustaceans. She
builds lean-tos of palm fronds and plantains,
sea glass and chards; she photographs
chalice blooms. Her cupboard doors
are lined with fingerprint dreams -
maps of unchartered seas, blue
and green. Yet the wind finds
its way in, through louvered
screens. It hides by the bookshelves
counting pennies and seeds.
Each night, still she sets
out her intention, shakes out
the sheets, and sighs
into the wind.
You have always been my rock
when all else has seemed to fail!
I thank you from the utmost depth
of my being for being a supportive,
listening ear when I didn't deserve
it, realism in the face of fickleness,
truth when it seemed as if there
was none to be found, and
The strength I needed to recognize
there are unresolved issues and
problems within my own life.
I love you with all of my heart
and appreciate your daily,
I owe you my life and promise
I will do better and be all
I can be within reason!
Love Always, Julie
c2013 Julie Rasley
Grace under pressure
Overtones of elegance
Strength of brass.
Tending splendid gardens
Where laughter and fun
Sprout as if native
In the warmth of her sun.
Incensed by thoughtless actions
Yet steady in her mood
Mixing sweet persuasion
With wisdom for food.
A Virgo mom’s a blessing
For one raised in her nest
So just today this Taurus says
That Virgo is the best!
I never knew you, but I have your blood.
Sometimes I wonder, how I'm like you, if it's more ways than one.
And I think to myself, what life would've been like, if you'd kept my mom.
From what I've heard, you were very young, only a couple years older than I am now.
And you made a mistake, but yet, God used it somehow.
So I owe you so much, and still, nothing at all.
And if you hadn't given away my mom, I may not have been here.
So thank you, for choosing life over death.
But God made sure she didn't get left.
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
through his mom he has come to know me
and my disability.I couldn't get off the toilet in his house as there were no hand rails
I asked his mom if the young man 20,would be uncomfortable giving me a pull up
she said if I was ok with it he would be too.Nick came to the door and flexed his muscles
to pull this large woman up,i saw such pride in his moms eyes.my heart sank having to
have to ask him for the help.As my visit continued with his mom in the coffee shop.Nick
must have called 20 times to ask if I needed him.now my eyes filled with pride to know
such a fine young man when so much is wrong with the youth today.God bless America,God