Monday, June 4, 2012

sweet surrender

Is One Enough?
                       
One scoop,two scoops, three scoops, four.
Lining up flavors and toppings galore,
Bananas under, whipped cream on top.
With sprinkles and cherries, I can't seem to stop.

But I wait, the best part has not arrived.
My love approaches with swift strides.
He picks up a spoon and slides into bed
And I open my mouth and prepare to be fed.

He dribbles onto my skin, on purpose, I'm sure.
As his tongue snakes out my mind starts to blurr.
He's quick and through, not missing a drop.
Until I thought my heart would stop.

I returned the favor and I'm quite sure
No two ever enjoyed a banana split more.
Over and under, upside and down
Until it was gone to the last trace of brown.

dreamhaven

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Day

Both a happy and sad day for me. I got to spend it with my children and grandchildren, while greatly missing my sister and mom, who died less than a year apart. These were my tributes to them

Dear Mom
You're home again,
In Daddy's arms
Dancing as you used to.
Your eyes aglow with love for him,
His smiling back at you.

Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis
Waiting to take their turn
To welcome you to that special place
That God's prepared for you.

We who wait on earth below
Will miss you but we know
You're out of pain and flying free
Watching over us here below.

Say hello to all who are waiting there.
Sometime in the future we'll be
Joining all of you up there,
Flying high with spirit free.

Till we meet again, Mom.
I love you.

Betty


Sandra

Sister of ours, Betty and Frank.
Angel in flight
Needing no light to guide her way.
Daughter to Shirley and Frank,
Released from this Earth,
Another light to show us the way.

Beloved of all,
Revered by her children Lori and Keith.
Eager to help when she could.
Never looking to serve only herself.
Now God has chosen to end her pain
And give her a new body, whole and good.
New angel waiting to soar.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

A time to say goodby

Death. It may be the end of life but for those who believe, it is also the beginning. A passage to a new life, with friends and family waiting on the other side.
My mom passed away on Sunday, Feb. 27. My sister will have been gone a year tomorrow. Somehow, they both managed to let me know that they are ok. At the Christmas Eve service, we lit candles to celebrate the birth of Christ. When I tried to blow it out, it relit not once, but twice. I think my Aunt Pat was there too. When we had the luncheon after Mom's burial on Thursday, we had brought 2 vases of flowers from the service. I went back many hours later to pick them up and realized they were nearly dead because no one thought to replace the water in the vases. I brought them home and cut off the ends and placed them in water. They were a sad bunch of flowers. I got up this morning and they had all recovered, even the daisies. My personal reassurance that Mom arrived safely.
I wrote this at the wake on Tuesday


Dear Mom
You're home again, in Daddy's arms,
Dancing as you used to.
Your eyes aglow with love for him,
His smiling back at you.
Standing nearby is Aunt Pat and Sis
Waiting to take their turn
To welcome you to that special place
That God's prepared for you.
We who wait on earth below
Will miss you but we know
You're out of pain and flying free
Watching over us here below.
Say hello to all who are waiting there.
Sometime in the future we'll be
Joining all of you up there,
Flying high with spirit free.
Till we meet again, Mom.
I love you.
Betty

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Stretching for acceptance Revelations

Stretching the truth can be a bad thing, even when done so as to not hurt someone. It is often better to strip away the cover, revealing what's underneath.

Revelations. A book in the Bible full of promise and frightening possibilities. When you reveal something, you are giving something life, admitting that it has an existence. When you reveal something about yourself to another person, you must trust that they can appreciate it's importance to you, accepting that it is part of who you are whether or not it's something you plan to, or need to , change.

Revelations

Reluctant to bring it into the light.
Taking a chance with both love and life.
Will he know what I'm trying to say
Or would my revelations chase him away.

I have so many layers and masks that I wear.
Trying to fit in without laying bare
All that I am and want to be.
Trying to be what he wants me to be
Won't work for long, my soul starts to ache.
My spirit is cramped, wants to fly into space.

To give him a glimpse of the woman I am.
I don't need a prince,I need a man
Who will encourage my dreams, free me to fly.
But give me safe haven when day's end draws nigh.

Have to take that chance, a crack, just to start.
Giving a glimpse of what goes on in my heart.
The reveal will happen, a layer at a time.
Until my inner self starts to shine.

If he's blinded by the light
Or if my truth causes him fright,
Then I will know it's not meant to be.
After all, I must be true to me.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

In The palm of His Hand.

Palms. Everyone has two of them. You can hold something gently because it is delicate or frightened. You can use them to grip tightly to keep something from dropping or getting away. You can put them together to applaud a person,a performance or to express happiness. But the best palms of all belong to God. I usually stay away from truly sad poems but this one wants to be written.

In The Palms Of His Hands

Where are the lost
Who fell between the cracks?
Children of the streets,
With none to watch their backs.

They hang around the bars
Hoping at least to find
Someone who will take them home that night
For whatever they have in mind.

Bodies and minds aging faster
Than they were ever meant to be.
Huddling in doorways or empty boxes
Trying to find some peace in sleep.

But the cold steals through their ragged clothes
And rats run across their feet.
The terrors that their parents sowed
Are the tragedy they reap.

Sometimes at night the angels come
To take them to a place
Where they can be a child again
Far from this ugly space.

Please don't turn away when you see
These children of the street.
You could be their savior,
Their voice when they can't speak.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

A Long Time Past

Sometimes I'm so tired I could just scream. There have been so many changes in my life and I was letting them pull me down. This weeks theme is a great chance to pull my thoughts together and reach for the light.

Star Shining

I let the darkness take me.
It was hard to care
Enough to continue.
So many losses
Tears flowing faster
Than I could
Wipe them away.
A whisper in my ear,
My grandchildren playing,
Heard as if
They were far,far away.
The music of the earth
Muffled by my sorrow.
The wind of chance
Taking so many away.

I hid in my computer
Not wanting to face
That those I loved
Were truly gone.
As God healed my heart,
A glimmer of light shone
And slowly grew brighter.
They are not gone.
My sister is out of pain
Dancing with my Dad
And aunt in Heaven.
The others, while not related
Are waiting for me too.

I'm once again joining
The music all around me.
God's light surrounds me
Bringing comfort
To my soul.
The stars above are brighter
Than they've ever been before.
And I look forward to finding
The person God has
Put aside to make me whole.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Lollipop, Lollipop

Candy is often a gift of the heart (Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Christmas, anniversaries,Easter, etc.) It comes in so many delightful forms, limited only by the expertise of the artist. Bars, bricks,flowers, drops, flat, ribboned and even spun. What would a carnival or circus be without cotton candy, not the bagged stuff, but the one you watch be spun and twisted into an airy confection that disappears on your tongue. Candy is the dieters devil, luring you off that chocolate wagon to swim in a pool of dark velvety softness.

CONFECTIONS

A nougat bar is a delight
A truffle melts like a dream
Solid bars of dark chocolate lines
The road to OZ for me .
Jawbreakers truly live up to their name.
The candy, round and hard,
Layers upon layers of sweetness
"Oh, where's that dentist's card?"

A young boy stands shyly with
A heart-shaped box in his hand.
Ready to give to his very first crush.
Isn't first love grand?

His first date made him nervous.
Flowers and chocolates held tight.
With trembling hands he gives them to her.
She was a beautiful sight.

"The flowers are lovely,
Please pin them on me.
But I hope you understand
That while I dearly love candy
I'm on a diet
And candy is contraband."
So he turned with a bow
To the mom standing there
And says "These are for you, my lady
A small gift from me to you
For allowing this date with your baby.

So I raise a cup of hot chocolate high
In salute to family and friends.
But don't get between me and my chocolate
If you value your life, my friend.