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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
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Beauty through the Battle Strength, obscure as the wind that blows Unwavering as the rippled river flows Resilience, like a treasure buried deep Hidden at the smile’s edge with gifts to reap Fortitude, as rhythmic as the beating drum Concealed in the twinkling eyes of a loved one Tenacity, steadfast as the sprawling vine Beauty witnessed in God’s earthly design Courage, like flowering fields that stretch for miles With faith held firm through life’s painful trials Perseverance, as awe inspired as morning’s glory Vitality’s shine through weakness, your powerful story Resolve, through the furious war that rages uncontrolled Spirit’s fighting essence remarkable and unparalleled |
| Sweet warm rays of sunshine are present. They are calling me by name. It has been so very long since I've basked in the warmth and glory that arises with the golden rays. Only thing holding me back from running naked into the light is that I have to work. I am off tomorrow but the forecast of another drizzling rain causes my eyes to water. I wish there were a way to schedule my days off as only sunny ones. I need that app for my phone. I would pay well, so please work on it people. |
Thoughts for Mother's Day I miss you Three of the simplest words to say An arduous task to tally the reasons A listing so long with a myriad of memories Memorized photo that pops into view Captured images of your gentle beauty Painted portrait that dwells in my mind Home’s meaning graced by nostalgia I miss you Now absent hugs so warm and loving Savored scent of a mother’s comfort Sweet bouquet of a tender embrace Wrapped in the aroma of love unconstrained I miss you Gift of history a treasured legacy Place of belonging breeds familiar Ribboned heartstrings tied to the past Promised a future bathed in love I miss you Sage advice tossed foolishly aside Coveted today with each new struggle Shared giggles through life’s traveled path Glint of pride that sparkled in your eyes I miss you Faith illuminated as a guiding star Blissful passing through wisdom’s waters Garnered youth’s moral foundation A chance to dream, the strength to aspire I miss you Three of the simplest words to say Eternal gratitude and love heaven sent With infinite thoughts to define One indescribable word Mom |
| Every year for the last 20 yrs I have gone to the cemetery to visit my mother. I pray, I cry, I talk. It is a thing we do, that offers comfort. I know full well that my mother does not really reside in this underground box. I know that she truly resides in my heart. I know that she is alive in the values of being the best person that I aspire to be. I know that she is an impelling force in my marriage built on lessons she taught of commitment and family. I know that her legacy lives on in the faces of my children. The renewal of life is continuous; the beauty of it is never-ending. I am thankful for my mother, the past and all that she gave to me. I am also excited for the future that is possible because of the people that came before. Happy Mother's Day Mom |
| I have spent the entire day studying cardiac strips for classes at work..My eyes are bleeding and I am seeing lines even when I look away from the strips. It is a painful but necessary adventure. I will repeat the experience for 2 more days. Wish me luck. My writing suffers when I am occupied elsewhere. It saddens my soul. |
| It is the end of April and I am wearing a coat. Why you ask? Because it is darn cold here in these parts. We had warm weather for two weeks with some rain thrown in for good measure. The flowers bloomed and the grass grew. Things were green and it looked like Spring had landed. However, today, watching my husband mow the grass in shorts and a hooded jacket felt very bizarre. I had even changed out the summer clothes for winter clothes. I had to dig in the barrel for the coat that I am wearing. Come on Spring, looking forward to meeting you for real. |
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