The Little Girl Inside

The Little Girl Inside

The little girl I once was with ribbons and bows,

I lost her somewhere a long time ago.

I don't remember just when

It happened or where we had been.

She just disappeared one day

When I got too busy to play.

It wasn't because I grew up, not needing her any more.

Nor, was it that I just forgot her or just ignored.

I had things I just had to do.

More than just going to school.

Besides the homework and having to write

I will not talk or cause a fight.

Much deeper inside I looked for that little girl.

She was all that I wanted in this world.

Lost, scared, hiding or just gone.

Childhood days not finished, but I was left alone.

Growing up too quick wasn't my idea.

But, no one listened or did they hear.

The cries of the little girl that laid inside

Had no place to go, I suppose she died.

10/29/2010

Whispers in the Wind

Whispers in the Wind

I hear your whispers in the wind.

I feel the love you gently send.

From a foreign land

I miss my loving man.

Why you're gone so terribly long,

When you should be home where you belong!

Our little ones don't understand.

They try, but I don't think they can.

I say, “You can hear and feel him!

Listen to the whispers in the wind."

10/28/2010

MOTHER

MOTHER

I never knew what mother actually did

I was a child, and things were hid.

Even now, I wonder how she managed...

Raising us kids, she had many a special bandage.

She did without, just so I could have a pair of shoes.

Talked with me to get rid of first love kind of blues.

She built within me the courage to stand and endure.

And had many night time sleeping cures.

Gave me marvelous and wonderful dreams,

And built within me my self esteem.

Taught me how to use my mind and my hands.

Encouraged we when it didn't seem so grand.

We played together, laughed and cried,

And taught me about death when the puppy died.

Never tell an untruth or deceive with a part lie.

Stand up tall and not be shy.

She didn't stand for laziness or sloppiness either.

Always be busy and don't be foolish neither.

Homemade fun and homemade toys,

And talks about watching silly boys.

What's important and what's not.

How soon it's gone and all forgot.

Rules were made to be obeyed and not broken.

And to watch each word that was spoken.

I had my share of whippings and maybe more.

And always had those weekly chores.

She always had a listening ear.

Never too busy, again and again to hear.

She was rough and mean too, what a fit.

And, I didn't like her sometimes, not one bit!

I didn't always understand her logic,

but I knew I was a God given project.

So much she passed on to me for daily living.

Oh, how much in her constant giving!

As a child, I never knew she was so smart.

Teaching me to be thankful, an example straight from her heart.

I don't know how she ever taught me so much.

Never knew just when I learned this, that and such.

Yes, she's my mother, next of kin.

But, now I think of her as my Best Friend!

The Unexpected

The Unexpected 

My thoughts embraced life eagerly looking to my husband to be.

Everything was simply beautiful, nothing wrong I could foresee.

His face was shinning brightly as I looked into eyes of blue.

What was running through his mind I had no clue.

His jaw was clinched tight with a force I've not known.

Heads turned and all eyes were watching us, we were not alone.

My emotions I cold not control and tears began to fall,

Standing while hesitating at the threshold of the wedding hall.

In minutes of the ticking clock, I was to be given away

To a most desirable man, I must honor, trust and obey.

We exchanged promised words and sacred vows, saying many things.

Circles of gold we gave to each other, our binding wedding rings.

A sudden kiss of mad passionate love, strange and so unkind.

He held me tight and whispered, “You are mine!”

When they proudly pronounced us husband and wife

I feared fairy tales were gone of having a happy life.

In the pit of my stomach I knew this wasn't paradise.

Yet, the wedding guests were smiling still throwing rice.

Married, two into one, together hand in hand,

Griping my hand tightly, I didn't understand.

He firmly explained, You are now my woman and your are to please.”

I felt very anxious for I had married a most deadly disease.

His unfaithful loveless heart had hardened and turned strongly bold.

The light in his eyes were bitter dark cold.

I knew without doubt I had married the devil himself.

He had taken my love, my heart and there was nothing left.

He had made himself a vision of light and was quite wise.

For he had laid in wait, in perfect disguise.

10/24/2010

This Tender Moment

This Tender Moment

Precious is this tender moment when we embrace.

When your arms hold me and our bodies interlace.

You search for my soul as into my eyes you gaze.

Your warm breathe touches down to my deepest desire

Making my blood run faster and ever so wild.

Sensations and feelings of no innocent child,

As you stroke my hair and our faces touch and meet.

On my forehead you place a kiss of burning heat,

And gently kiss each eyelid delicate and sweet.

The romantic kiss you place on my waiting lips

Causes my eager heart to miss a beat, yet skips.

This tender moment and I've only taken a sip!

10/21/2010

You Just Had to Go

You Just Had to Go

You just had to go.

Didn't you? Without a word.

You went real slow.

Just closed your eyes.

No sounds were heard.

You were all alone,

And there were no goodbyes.

So sick, you had moaned.

So often you would sigh,

“I just want to go on home,

Leave this place here below.”

So now, you're gone, but not alone...

Blowing us kisses, here below!

Nov. 10, 2009 - Memory of my Brother Scott.

Fall's Morning's Masterpiece

Fall's Morning's Masterpiece

The Lord has displayed a most glorious morning sky view.

Golden colors laid spaciously into sapphire blue.

Clouds hand above in whispers of cotton candy of pink.

Trees wonderfully colored with orange, yellow and red ink.

Silent leaves dripping crystal's of morning's mystical dew.

A picture painted overnight with soft and brilliant hues.

All this masterpiece perfected while I slept the night away.

This beauty, expressed in words are most difficult to say.

Back Flip

Back Flip

A sudden back flip to catch the eye,

Of a sweet young lady passing by.

It was impressive, I could see.

Her eyes were following me.

I smiled and grinned and did more.

Unexpectedly, I back flipped into the door.

Now laughter I heard, and seeing a pointing finger.

Embarrassment of my back flip surly will linger.

The Rose

The Rose

The rose speaks of love silently,

in a language known only to the heart.

Sometimes it's a rose that can express “I Love You,”

when words alone are not enough to impart.

A bride carrying roses tied with ribbons of white

brings sincere promise of joy to her bridge groom.

With each new born child, it's the fragrance

that fills the air of a hospital room.

It could be a single rose of red that whispers,

“You are the One!”

Or it's years' reminders of the love that were

started days of long ago.

At a graveside roses are placed to kiss gently a love one,

decorating thoughts of unforgotten memories we hold.

Roses bring excitement to mark an achievement

or a Greeting when arriving at a new milestone.

Just maybe our own fresh cut roses we set before our self,

so we do not feel so alone.

A vase of budding roses delivered to cheer up

or, to encourage a very special friend.

When you've hurt feelings you send two dozen yellow roses

to say “I'm sorry, I won't to it again.”

Roses may be for no special reason

and for no particular occasion at all.

They could be the roses you've decorated with

on your bedroom wall.

A rose garden that lines the pathway up to your front door

that is welcoming with the most delicate perfume that bids you to stay.

The heart knows just how important the message is

and exactly what the rose has to say.

Call of the Road

Call of the Road

I'm drawn by white lines on a blacktop road,

Where it would take me, I do not know.

To explore the adventure, I'm ready to go.

As I travel the way I've not gone before,

The road narrows around each bend more and more.

Yet, feelings of uncertainty I calmly ignore.

My desire is to see where the road winds,

Devoiding any reason of any kind.

My heart is pounding as I figure in my mind.

The excitement of the unknown bids me to flirt.

I must see where it will lead me and stay alert.

What lies beyond the blacktop is now a road of dirt.

Day is turning quickly into shadows of night.

The darkness unsettles me with a bit of fright.

With trembling hands I turn the lights on for greater sight.

Every sense in me is attentive and aware.

No road signs are out here in this land of nowhere.

Nothing that tells me anything is here but what wildlife shares.

My mind wanders, “if something should happen to me,

Would I be found out here?,” Begins my mental plea.

I cannot turn back, this destination I must achieve.

I'm encouraged beyond what I see and feel.

The call to continue is now much more real.

The dirt road suddenly ends and I'm at an open field.

“Have I just driven to an ending of nothing?”

Then, I hear a call, a faint sound, a voice that sings?

In this moment of stillness and skies of black, to God I cling.

My ears listen attentively with great desire.

My eyes are opened to a distant flaming fire.

A rush of desperation pulls me into the field of briers.

I run with all the power I have inside.

My heart, nor mind did not deceive me or lie.

It wasn't just a road trip to see, or a joy ride.

There is a purpose directed by the Lord's hand.

A divine appointment I do not understand.

I am now shocked as I see a face of a prisoned man

He's screaming for help from the car's raging flames.

His voice was really singing the Lord's name.

I now understand why God brought me down the road I came.

The fire's blaze grew with eagerness and rage.

I heard the man singing a song of praise.

By God, I was lead here to rescue Him today.

Within power not of myself I grew strong.

Moving quickly I heard now a thank you song.

I know without a doubt, I was right where I belonged.

On Eagle’s Wings

On Eagle’s Wings

I have carried you on eagle’s wings

with mighty power.

Above the ocean waves and rocky cliff

I have kept a watchful eye.

I have kept you safe

from harmful and perilous things.

I, the Master Designer, have shown you

My never-ending faithful love.

I glide with ease in strength and power,

caring for you, as I know your needs.

Safely you are covered

in the shadow of My wings.

Swooping low, I’ve come to you

and brought you to Myself.

Lifting you up I have freed you

from a dangerous and treacherous road.

Often times I hold you tenderly

in My strong grip.

I will never let you fall during the challenges

of your daily flights.

You will soon discover that an eagle’s glide

is grand, awesome, great and fair,

and soars above trifles

of the troubled world below.

God Still Calls

God Still Calls

God is on His throne

Giving me security,

Never leaving me alone.

He continues to always love me,

    Watching and knowing each thought

That I hide in my heart.

God desires a relationship,

To love Him every day

In prayer, praise and Worship,

Walking with Him in His way.

I do not come close at times

to doing what He plans nor desires.

So I miss benefits that are mine,

Keeping things inside, as do liers.

Those gifts He planned to give

Aren't mine because of the way I live.

Why? I do not know

 I treat Him so?

Because I want my own way,

Yet I hear Him calling me every day.

Hope

Hope

A bird with a broken wing

Can't fly high or soar anymore,

And has lost his voice to sing.,

Not worth much of anything

He's shattered, broken and torn.

With his last breath he will cling.

For only one more flying fling!

A gentle touch offered much.

Hope swells within, he now sings.