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Kathy Larivee Poem
She stares at the paper not a word comes to write
Surrounded by peace on a dark rainy night.
Like the page in her notebook her mind remains clear.
Not a word to be written, her pen she cant steer.
No thought comes to mind as she drives memory road
Not a vision, no flashback nothing waits to be told.
She thumbs through the pages of an old book of art...
Searching for something that touches her heart.
The years took a toll on this book left untouched
Musty and frayed, the paper crinkled and rough.
Its cover is faded its corners are bent
A pressed flower within leaves a soft subtle scent.
Page after page of landscapes and faces
Baskets of fruit and flowers in vases.
Paintings and sketches most done black and white
Ancient ships at full sail, a quaint farm house at night.
Wyeth’s painting; a window, captures her eye
Takes her back to her childhood; a cabin lakeside.
At last there’s a story beginning to grow
She picks up her pen and the words start to flow.
She writes of a weekend back in the fall
The cabin they stayed in among pine trees so tall.
How she looked out her window each day that she woke
Watched the sun kiss the lake as the morning fog broke.
Outside her window there on the ground.
An old gray canoe that lay upside down.
Many times she would dream of paddling out
She’d catch a big fish; she knew it, no doubt!
She went to the window one cool gloomy morn
Happy inside in where it was cozy and warm.
She leaned on the sill, hands under her chin
Wondering what she would do, where to begin.
She gazed out the window watching drops hit the lake
Millions of circle the raindrops would make.
Red orange leaves on the trees by the shore
Now shiny and limp from the rain as it pours.
Sandcastles she built by the beach yesterday
Are nothing but mud now washing away.
No life in the forest, nothing moving around
Just that old gray canoe laying there on the ground.
By noon there was sun as clouds cleared away
“May I go outside? I want to go play!”
“I have an idea” Dad called from the door
“Let's take that canoe down to the shore.”
Dad had the fishing poles, tackle and bait.
“We’re gonna go fishing? Yeeha, I can’t wait”!
He flipped the canoe over, and loaded the gear.
The moment she wished for was finally here.
Dad pulled and she pushed that boat to the shore
She put on her life jacket Dad grabbed the oars.
Out to the middle he paddled them both
Then dropped in the anchor so gently they'd float.
She talked and she chattered about little girl things
Now looking back she must have made his ears ring.
He laughed and he nodded answered questions on cue
As the greatest dad ever, what else would he do?
An afternoon on the lake just father and daughter.
In an old gray canoe out on the water.
Not a single fish caught, only memories were made
That dark gloomy morning became a wonderful day.
At night in her bunk as Dad tucked her in
“Thanks for taking me fishing” she said with a grin.
He turned out the light then closed her door
She’s warm in her bed while out side the rain pours.
Now closing her eyes she pictures that lake
And the millions of circles the raindrops did make.
No life in the forest, nothing moving around
Just that old gray canoe laying there on the ground.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2014
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Kathy Larivee Poem
“Mommy, I miss you when I'm not here.”
“Oh I miss you too Hun, You have no idea
But don't you be sad while we are apart
We’re always together, home is in the heart.
When we're not together look up at the sky
The moon you see there Is the same one as I.”
“Mommy it is ? How do you know?”
“We share the same sky, Sweet, where ever you go.
There's only one moon in that sky up above
when you miss me look up, Its filled with my love.”
That child now is grown,
A young man tall and strong
I hope I did well, maybe a thing or two wrong.
Tonight's the last night I will still have a boy
For tomorrow he flies.
My pride and joy.
Talking and laughing
Precious time we did share.
Just being together, so glad I was there.
The time flew too quickly
Just it wasn’t enough.
The moment closed in,
It was going to be tough.
“Mom, I have to report now.”
“Yes son,I know.
I’ll miss you so much.”
So hard to let go.
A hug like no other, both held on for so long.
So much pride in my son, now its time to be strong.
Staying true to his choices and knowing they’re right.
Tomorrow’s the day, a new chapter, new life.
The morning did come as it does everyday
But this one is different, he’s leaving today.
We hugged long and hard, not a single dry eye.
He was called to the plane, the hardest good bye.
I turned one last time and I gave him a smile
Didn’t know when I’d see him, would be quite awhile.
Made my way through the airport with tears flowing free
Felt both sadness and pride inside of me.
Weeks passed, not a word
How tough that was.
Wondering, worrying, that’s what a mom does.
I knew in my heart that he was alright,
and that moon helped me through many a night.
Then today came a letter, the very first one.
Couldn't wait to read it,
Hear all the things he had done.
Said he had his head shaved
Got his boots, uniform, a gun
Push ups and running
He was tired, sore when each day was done.
He's proud though and happy, good with his choice.
Miss him so much-
His smile and his voice.
At the end of that letter
Hard to read through my tears-
PS “I looked at the moon”
He remembered, all these years.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2014
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The weather outside is frightful
My heated home is so delightful
Hangin' in my jammies don't ya know-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Warmed the oven ready for bakin'
Apple pie is what I'm makin'
The snow blower's ready to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
Scrolled thru movies on the TV
Picked a classic old John Candy
There's no place I need to go-
Let it snow let it snow let it snow.
The dogs are lounging with me
Cuddled up, they're warm and snuggly
In New Hampshire this is how it goes-
When it snows when it snows when it snows!
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015
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Awake I lay
A busy mind
Nothing of importance
Just randomness running wild
Like leaves spinning in the wind.
Did I do this? I should do that?
And what about that thing!
My body's tired and wants to rest
My mind keeps stirring things.
I toss I turn
My tension grows each hour passes by
I tell my self I need to sleep
It's like an argument inside
My mind has things it needs to say
Insisting that I hear
It won't shut down
It won't turn off
It only rambles on.
Tomorrow's here soon
I won't be ready
To handle what it brings
There's got to be a way
Some how
To quiet my restless head.
Tonight my pillow has the key
To open up my mind
When other nights it soothes my head and
Cradles it in peace.
But tonight it is electrified
With will to search and find
All the unimportant things
And keep me out of sleep.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015
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The sun spills through the window’s pane
And settles upon a cherry wood cane.
And on that cane an old woman leans
As she stares out the window at trees of green.
Her mind drifts back to much younger days when
Her hair was blond from a summer's sun rays
She'd skip and sing as little girls do
When the days were long and skies were blue.
She smiles for a moment in spite of herself
and blows a kiss to the garden elf.
With a turn she shuffles toward her chair
Her days are spent most often there.
On a small wooden table by where she sits
Are cards and letters, old newspaper clips.
There’s a photo there too, young couple in love
He, in a dark suit, she, a white gown and gloves.
Her memory fades as dreams do at dawn
So few of are left, even fewer are strong.
Often she loses time and place,
in the mirror she doesn't always know the face.
It puzzles her now as she holds that gold frame
Who can they be, what is his name?
He looks like groom, and the young woman a bride
How handsome he is she thinks misty-eyed.
‘Hello my love’, a gentle kiss to her cheek.
She looks up from the photo but does not speak.
‘Our special day” he smiles and whispers to her
“The day that we wed, oh how happy we were”.
She takes a moment to let his words sink in
Another glance at the photo, the memory begins.
An evening in summer, the church was white
The violins played underneath star light.
“We married” she says and touches his face.
“We did” he replies, “You wore satin and lace.”
“We danced and we danced” has he takes her hand.
“Come dance with me now”, and helps her to stand.
He hums an odd tune no one else would know
Because he wrote it for her many years ago.
In each other’s arms they slowly sway
And in her mind she relives that day.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015
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Autumn trees and the sky of the early dawn
mix together like crayons in the sun left too long.
Red orange yellow on a background of blue,
the haze of the clouds adds a subtle pink hue.
Fallen leaves on the pavement scrape the blacktop
as the wind stirs and spins them then suddenly stops.
Collecting in piles they crunch under feet,
Then scatter again as the wind sweeps the street.
The sweet scent of red apples rides a cool breeze,
Their crimson round shape dangling from trees.
The sun of midday warms their smooth waxy skin,
long gone are the blossoms from where they begin.
Honking of geese as they fly over head escaping
the winter and coldness they dread.
Necks stretched long, wings spread out wide,
with beauty and grace they take to the sky.
Evening comes early, the sun starts to fall
Coyotes are baying, to each other they call.
Stars fill the sky in the darkness of night.
The man in the moon casts a silent light.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2014
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There's things you don't know, words yet to be read.
They flow out through my pen, with so much to be said.
They're mine, all my own, every line, every part
Whether rhyme or a story they come from the heart.
The ink has a voice that begs to be heard,
Thoughts, dreams and wishes now become words.
Why do I write them for no one to hear,
Continue to spill them into a deaf ear?
To me they mean something, to others- who knows.
From deep down inside then to paper they go.
Quiet they wait these things I have written
Heart and soul now on paper should you choose to listen.
Copyright © Kathy Larivee | Year Posted 2015
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