Wishing

Wishing I could give you pathways lost.

Directions back to change that day.

Guide you back to lines uncrossed.

Wishing she had never lost her way.

Wishing I could ease how you are feeling…

Or know how to soothe your soul.

Wishing broken hearts begin healing.

Some things are just out of our control.

Wishing you many more sunsets to pursue.

Wishing new beginnings shines its brilliance;

Strength and enchantment within you.

Wishing you find the path to peace and resilience.

That is what she would want you to do. 

This Christmas was difficult for our family. Our love for each other

helped us get through it. This is for my daughter and son-in-law. I love them so much.

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Hallelujah!

The boy draws the bow across the strings —

He plays “What Child Is This?”

The whole forest comes alive and sings!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

The boy rejoices as he plays for the lord —

“O Holy Night” with a bow in hand.

The heavens hear the lovely chords.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

“O Come, All Ye Faithful” rebounds off the trees —

Brings the smallest of creatures there — And then

“Joy to The World” was carried with the breeze.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

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Merry Christmas

I wish you more smiles than presents with bows.

Many encounters underneath mistletoes.

I wish for your muse to provide inspiration…

In the new year with cheer and celebration.

I wish you a sleigh full of highs and no lows!

Hoping everyone has a wonderful holiday and Happy New Year!

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Morning Sky

Very early prior to car wheels turning

and horns honking in the streets.

Before lines form for morning coffee

and sidewalks overflow with people

rushing to shops, schools, and offices.

A sliver of light shines through a window

On the top floor of an old high – rise.

Behind the sheer ivory drapes

Drowsy child eyes peer through the opening

At the lovely pale pink morning sky

Washing light on the outside walls

And the mirror image beside it.

Reflecting the structures many rows

Of various size and shape windows.

Vacant windows — dark as night.

Unoccupied illuminated windows.

A pastel watercolor morning sky

Painted a lovely memory in a little mind.

—Before the swift departure.

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Unexpected Music

A mother always knows.

I worried my child wouldn’t be accepted.

I loved him but shamefully I worried...

The family wouldn’t be accepted.

I had seen this story before.

It had played out when I was a child.

My mother loved but shamefully worried...

About my brother’s life.

Back then the times were different.

I guess today acceptance is improving.

But it is hard to talk to your child about…

Being true to who they are — coming out.

A mother always worries about...

what might happen to their children.

About ten years have passed since,

I heard the words from our son’s father.

Spoken from the lips of a man raised in a devout Christian family.

“Don’t worry… you can’t change a person’s heart

and you know we’ll love him no matter what.”

Unexpected music to my ears! Our son continues to be…

Unexpected music to our ears!

Through a conversation with my son near his high school graduation,

I hauled him from the closet, so he’d know he had our support to live the life he chooses.

Smiles… I can be persistent. I haven’t seen this movie, I want to see it.

 Our son is the one on the left, the one on the right will be our son soon.

 

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In the Dream

Wake, dream, learn. Do not be attached to anything.

Love and speak kind words. Eat, drink, sleep – repeat.

There is plenty of time.

Until there is not.

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She's Still Okay

Lying on the bedroom floor in her vinyl lounge.

Flipping through magazines, grooving to the sounds.

She puts on her swimsuit. Everyone would leave soon…

For the crowded pool.

She didn’t know she’d receive a memory so intense that day.

One that’s never faded.

She saw her young life flash starting with a newborn’s tears.

More flashes, then it abruptly stopped.

She was being pulled by her brother to the shallow end.

Where all the moms were.

“Man, you’re in trouble,” He said.

She was just glad to be alive.

Years later she realized she witnessed her own birth.

In those weird flashes.

Wishing she had asked him...

How he saw her drowning in the crowded pool.

And, wishing she had thanked him — while he was still alive.

She jumped into the deep end not knowing how to swim.

Thinking she’d jump in and grab the side of the pool.

Thinking she’d be okay, but it was so crowded.

She has no regrets jumping in over her head that day.

She’s dived into life ever since. Life is crowded. — She’s still okay.

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Enchanting Deity Chione

Enchanting deity Chione — daughter of Boreas.

Please surprise us with a lovely snow storm.

Cover our forest pines with fluffy white frosting.

Surprise the children with enough snow to form…

Decent size snowballs to throw through the air.

They’d love running around with rosy pink cheeks.

Dear Chione — I wouldn’t be surprised at all,

If they built snow castles with tall towering peaks.

We play in the sand here most of the year.

Even though it’s December, it can be quite warm.

Ask daddy Boreas to blow cold winds our way.

Surprise us with a beautiful winter snow storm.

Ask mother Oreithyia to surprise us with frosty ice.

Enchanting deity Chione — send the flurries from the skies.

We want to wear our Christmas boots and coats,

Outside in the cold frosty white surprise.

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The Title of Seduction

He was born royal, noble, to be a distinguished ruler.

She was born feisty, cunning, from a world a little crueler.

He stands beside her tall, strong, and arrogantly imposing.

She stands beside him knowing he’ll never be proposing.

She shamelessly distracts him frequently with her desire.

He often shamelessly removes her arousing fiery attire.

She knows she’ll never be more than a beautiful domestic.

He knows underneath her frock her loveliness is majestic.

He knows a prearranged marriage to a noble lass nears.

She dreads the looming union but refuses to shed tears.

He’s heartbroken she’s not of proper lineage royalty.

She’s heartbroken he can’t abandon his lineage loyalty.

He dreads placing a ring of silver on another’s finger.

She dreads the precious metal but knows his love will linger.

He’ll be honored the title of the king at his altar introduction.

She’ll not be queen but honored with the title of seduction.

I've been watching "The Last Kingdom", I guess I have it on the brain. :-)  

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