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T o touch a twilight's glow , to collect some twinkling stars
A waking from the deep slumber of motherly comfort, I started
P ainting a blank canvas to create a cascading tapestry with
E mulsions of joy, sorrow, love, pain, smile and sigh,
S ome rain, some sunshine, few rivers and a rainbow
T aking their turns to decorate that changing scenery
R eflecting the ripples of my journey between twilight and stars where
Y esterdays and tomorrows mingle with one another.
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Date:7th August 2012
I never seen your smile
I never heard your cry,
You where here only for a moment,
and only God knows why.
A piece of me you took with you
on that tragic day,
In pieces I am left
because you could not stay.
A thousand are in memories
that we will never make,
Until we meet again
at that golden gate.
Sweet little one
how dearly you are loved,
Your eyes open for the first time
in heaven that's above.
I'll never get to hold you
or kiss your precious cheek,
I'll never get the chance
to sing you fast to sleep.
All these things without a reason
are stolen from me,
Left unanswered are my prayers,
and unheard is my plea.
I long to smell you sweetness
and gaze upon your face,
To hold you near to my heart
in a motherly embrace.
I weep without comfort
for the baby born so still,
How silently you came and went
you presents I long to feel.
Your tiny kicks
are all the memory that’s left behind,
The thought of you at peace
I now try to find.
Sweet baby you are thought of daily
and missed beyond all measure,
You are my precious little one
your memory forever treasured.
Countless is the number
for all these tears I've shed,
So much left unfinished
and all the words unsaid.
My little daughter
until we meet once again
until I hold you near,
I can't say good bye
it’s much to hard to bear.
One day I'll cover you with kisses
and show you so much love,
To quickly your wings were ready
my perfect little dove.
My Dear little one
I loved you in this life
and in death I love you still,
In my heart you hold a place
that no other could ever fill.
I carried you every moment of your life
and ill love you every second of mine,
Together again will meet
only god knows when it's time.
Still born
but still you were born in deed,
Ill never forget you existed,
and that’s a certainty.
Dedicated to Baby Harper 02/23/17
O adored Italy,this lamentation
for an impossible longing,never repressed,
will echo throughout centuries yet to unfold!
Will I be forgotten for my prediction?
A revocation of tiepid nights,intently
spent staring at the twinkling firmament,
confirmed beliefs which have guided me
in days of bitter regrets and discontent!
America enabled me, to land on its wealthy
and productive soil; and her generosity
spilled over an enormous ocean and sea,
and offered me the infallible promise of security!
Now, like two protective and fearless soldiers,
defending her from intruders and envious alike,
my visible rainbow draws its colorful arch
with foundations resting on each side;
with joy,gratefulness and endless pride,
I owe them both: life,dignity,and happiness!
O adored Italy,this lamentation
springs forth with fervent words of affection;
I regret that my sixsteenth year was
was an unexpected and sorrowful farewell!
O adored Italy,your distant son...
still has that memorable recall
of your motherly tenderness and loveliness,
beside your unchangeable principle of justice!
There was no brilliance
in the photo I took.
No inspired flash
as time's translucence
caught up with us...
Filtered past blinds,
early Sun's elegance
haloed her grey cloud curls,
soft blurred the lines
between past and presence
I said: "Just tilt your head
a little bit to the left..
Now where's that Smile?"
Captured she is.
In my heart's new album.
Pocketed providence.
With her Silver and Gold
" pennies for thoughts..."
In the photo she looks
like a shy child
aglow in the sunshine.
After a storm.
Posted: 7th November, 2019.
Dedicated to my Mum.
You've lived up to your names: Thelma Grace- "Willful, and Graceful..."
It might take some time for a daughter to realize how many positive " life lessons " she has learnt from the First Woman in her life.
I am grateful for your motherly mentorship. Never to be forgotten!
I love you with all my <3.
Comes our God motherly, motherly, motherly,
Holding us tenderly when we're in pain.
Comes our God fatherly, fatherly, fatherly,
Strength'ning us daily to face life again.
Just what will tomorrow bring causes me worry
With so many tasks that I plan to complete,
And the thought of it makes me feel weary already.
I lay down my head and then struggle to sleep.
Holy Ghost hovering, hovering, hovering,
Spirit of wisdom to bring us God's peace.
Calming the chaos, relieving anxiety
Giving us courage so faith may increase.
With Jesus beside me as friend and companion
I rise from my sleeping to face a new day.
So whatever the challenges him I am trusting.
Through rough times and smooth I will hold to his Way.
God who's so genderful, genderful, genderful,
Spirit and Son now in union as One,
Shelt'ring us safely beneath her warm spreading wings,
Fending off evil till God's Kingdom comes.
To be sung to the tune of – Blow the Wind Southerly
Then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.
—-William Wordsworth
DILLY-DILLY DAFFODILS
Dilly-dilly daffodils in a lady’s tress,
Sailing as she throws off distress.
Blithesome in shades of yellow and blue,
The yellow-buttercups a felicitous crew.
Dancing fair maiden-esprit, free
Of worry, no anxiety, Swinging gloriously —
A merry-go-round, dizzying sashay.
O how these pretty ladies brighten the day.
Dilly-dilly daffodils splashing everywhere,
Xanthous snow-shower of motherly care.
Warms the rainbow of hearts, rocks
Deep-dark dungeon despair into goldy-locks.
Slays the Winter dragon, breath-stifling depress.
Parades open-air confidence and playfulness.
Dilly-O-Delightful daffodils trumpet applaud,
bowing and curtsying — a faerie squad.
Dandelions look on with jealousy, turn white,
blow far, far away, leaving a lantern-light
of palace gardens, star chandeliers, riverdale,
green goblet-meadows, a sunshiny-fairytale.
3/12/2021
*For Caren Krutsinger*
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…
A pet to me isn't an animal.
He or she is family, one that we love.
When they are taken away too soon,
You know that they're in Heaven above.
Not one, but two kitten died this week,
Its unfair, we loved them, and my heart is broke.
We have a funeral for Lois, and two days later,
We bury Jasper, it's enough to make me choke.
I choke on the words of my prayer,
And I almost can't finish as I began to sob.
They had cheated death once, and to have two
die in two days, makes my heart and soul throb.
I miss their furry faces and their playful ways.
I cry and cry until my eyes are dry and raw.
When they were born and actually lived,
since I helped revived them I was in awe.
Well when one door closes, another opens.
A different Mommy abandoned her babies.
Our cat was so sad and moping around,
We thought to ourselves well maybe, just maybe.
Three kittens without a mommy to love,
A mommy that needed to fill her void.
We introduced them to her, and to our surprise,
She took to them IMMEDIATELY and was overjoyed.
Not that Edward Jacob (E.J.), Malik, and Nova
can take the place of the kittens taken from her.
She now has new babies, she loved from the start.
And today was the first time in days, I heard that motherly purr.
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
Upon this restless earth, a flood of blood now surges;
War drums beat in every direction; corruption runs rampant everywhere.
There is no helmsman to guide us across this turbulent sea;
The nation, having lost its way, now bleeds and burns in agony.
The soul can no longer bear the searing pain of war's wounds;
Darkness shrouds every quarter; lamentation echoes all around.
Caste prejudice and malice—these are the forces that ravage the heart;
Neither the blue heavens above nor the vast oceans below find any solace.
Barrenness consumes the soul; the heart breaks in weeping;
Amidst the blasts of bombs and explosions, sleep eludes our eyes.
A tide of torment washes over us, filling the soul with dread;
Through every window drifts the ominous roar of impending cataclysm.
Will anyone answer the call of my pain and suffering?
Will anyone heed the yearning that seeks to breathe new life into this world?
This earth is enchanting—rich in beauty, color, and essence;
And amidst it all, know that men and women are its most precious jewels.
Adorned with flowers, fruits, rivers, and streams—she is fertile and lush;
A motherly savior, she cherishes her children with boundless love.
Why, then, do war and hatred plague every corner of the globe?
Why do people weave such webs of savage cruelty and violence?
As the Earth's weeping intensifies, her dam of endurance finally breaks;
Come, let us rush to her rescue today, steering our vessel against the tide of adversity.
Hand in hand, let us declare: no more war, no more hatred!
We seek only love and affection—no more the torment inflicted by foes.
Come, let us sing a song of equality and unity;
We seek a home of peace, pledging our lives to this vow.
As stubborn as my daughter can be
She wouldn't move
She stayed in her room and cried
I peeked inside her room
And imagined I would see a young doe
Wide-eyed and with tears
Peeking back at me between the trees
Instead, I saw her Barbie Dolls holding the fort, angrily
Standing guard around her bed
With her teddy bear and my daughter
Hiding under the covers
What was supposed to be her first day of school
With her new dress, new shoes, and new backpack ready
She wouldn't move
For she was scarred
Like a shaking tree
And we were both lost in the forest of our lives
With her tree scheduled to branch
And stretch and grow
But didn't, momentarily
Between us, we were both getting schooled in life
And nature
And the fortress that was hard to overcome
For there stood a mountain that wouldn't move
And a mountain that needed to be moved
One pebble, one stone, one boulder, one hill
At a time, motherly, and patiently
For I was the one who was up for the challenge
Of moving that first pebble
For I called her school and doctor for help
That saw me on the altar of my life
Praying that there be a clearing
A path out of the lost forest
With bluer skies ahead of us
With the unmoveable mountain being an aberration
On that second day
The sun indeed shinned
She took that first step
With her Barbie Dolls beautiful again