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.

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.

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.

White

Poetry in Motion

White clouds drifting by
Over the winter’s snow.
A white wolf stands howling
To his pack far below.
A snowshoe hare running
Over a crisp, sparkling snow.
A snowy owl flies silently,
Looking for prey below.
The winter moon moves slowly
Across the clear night sky.
Silence and peace fill my soul.
How I wish that I could fly.

White,wrinkled, pets

I've been absent for awhile with computer problems and other things, so I thought I try to combine the last three TT's.

What would mankind be without pets? They can become your best friend, a sounding board, a way to meet other people. They have been proved to lower blood pressure, bring a way for some people to reach out beyond their emotional shell, give a purpose to life by caring for them.

Wrinkles. They can cause a lot of people anxiety about their looks but they can also be a badge of honor. Wrinkles can also be something that needs to be smoothed out, in clothing, in plans, in life.

White. A surface to be written on, a blank canvas waiting for that first stroke of a brush. White is often considered the color of purity and innocence, both in fables and in ceremonies. A white stallion, a white unicorn, or a white hat, symbolizing strength and purity of purpose.

So here I go again.

A Blessing in Disguise

Once my life seemed simple,
A wide road well traveled and straight
But you came along and twisted the page
Leaving me in the hands of fate.
I tried to smooth out the wrinkles,
The valleys and hills,
So I could once again find my way.
But all of my efforts did little
To change my direction,
My life remained dreary and grey.

I went for a walk to clear my mind,
To the forest, dark and deep.
Followed a trail that led to a glen
Where I laid down to sleep.
A warm breath caressed my face and I
Opened my eyes to find
A figure of most dazzling white,
A warm smile and eyes so kind.

She held in her hand a bundle of fur,
Or so it seemed to me.
"I bring you this gift to soothe your soul.
What will be, will be.

His name is Nomad and he will be
Loyal, strong and brave.
A wanderer as you've come to be,
To guide you on your way."
Then she vanished and I looked to find
A puppy in my grasp.
A smile that stretched from ear to ear,
A tail wagging quite fast.

I took him home and raised him up.
He was everything she sad he would be.
And in the end, it was him
Who led you here to me.
You saw us in a park one day
And came over to say hi.
Love hit us like a bolt
Of lightning from the sky.
So I thank my guardian angel
For the gift she gave that day.
A teasured friend and companion
And a love that never fades.

Confusion

My computer (3 months old) is in the shop,so I'm doing this on a friend's laptop. What is wrong with my computer is truly a mystery that will(hopefully) be quickly solved.
Some of my favorite books to read are mysteries. I love shows like Bones and NCIS. If things have gone missing, it's a mystery that must be solved.

In Search Of

One step,two steps
Three steps,four,
I worked my way
Across the floor.
Seaching high
And searching low.
Where oh where
Did that foolish thing go.

Under the couch,
Behind the door,
On top of the table,
How many more
Places are there
For that thing to hide.
I must find it
I have my pride.

The tv taunts me,
I can't watch my shows.
Where oh where
Did that remote go?
I'm slowly going
Out of my mind
I must get some help
Of a special kind.

I turned to my tot
And said quite clear,
"Winry,is my remote near
Any place that you played,
Any place that you sat?"

She gave me a look
And went straight to her box,
Dived into her toys
Had that remote
In a shot.

"Horray" I cried,
And turned on the set.
Snuggled on the couch
With my tot and her pet.
Mystery solved and sanity reigns.
Don't want to go through that again.

Think Pink

How can a person think about pink and not think about Mother's Day. As a matter of fact, it's this Sunday, May 9th. I have so many reasons to be glad I'm a mom. Even though there has been much turmoil in their lives, my children have shown their true inner beauty time and time again. I am also graced with three wonderful grandchildren, 2 girls and a boy, each with their own special talents and ways of showing love. My only regret this Mother's Day is that my sister is not here with me, expecting the birth of her first grandchild. I hope that my niece will let me stand in for her from time to time.

Pretty In Pink

I gazed in wonder at her nose,
At all ten fingers
And ten little toes.
Skin as pink as a new dawn sky,
I gazed into my baby's eyes.

In her first pink blanket
As soft as a cloud,
I wrapped her carefully.
And held her out
For her Dad to hold.
A newborn life
More precious than gold.

But strangely enough
As my daughter grew older
Her view of pink
Grew colder and colder.
She hated Barbie
And all her pink stuff.
She rather run and fish,
Play ball and be tough.

Don't get me wrong
She's a girl through and through
She wore dresses of other hues.
But to pink she would say,
"No thank you."
That's not who I am,
I am my own self.
You can just put that pink thing
Back on the shelf.

Now she's a mom
And her daughter does not
Follow Mom's footsteps.
She likes pink a lot.
She's a little beauty,
So pretty in pink.
Even her mom must agree,
But only in small doses,
If you please.