Time – Thankful Thursday

I am grateful for time today.

To take a moment and
I know I’ll need more.
Maybe to sit quietly and store
Every thing for which I stand.
 
A moment in time
Given half of what you have
Will lead you along
And remind you as well
That there is always more to find.
 
So keep in mind
That this is not the time
For never is there a perfect one
To make your decision
Or choose the destination
That you will end up in.
 
For life is not so easy
Nor are times predicted
For those who See
But do not Learn
Will have nothing in the end.
 
So never forget
That what you have
Is only as important
As you let it be
For you will always run out of time.
 

I am grateful for time whether it be time for a moment of quiet or time with my very large (and very loud) family.

Remember to check out the original Thankful Thursday.

Dear Sister Mine – Poetry Prompt #14

Dear Sister mine,
I wonder how you are.
It’s been so long
Since I’ve seen you,
I’ve forgotten who you are.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I often find
I don’t know where I am.
I’m lost at home
And wonder where’s the jam?
 
Dear Sister mine,
My thoughts are gone,
I never know what’s next.
With memories shifting place
Nothing remains the shape.
 
Dear Sister mine,
I miss you so,
When will you come by next?
The days are long
While you are gone
And I am here alone.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This letter is long,
I must end it now soon.
Without you here
I’ll disappear
And see you ne’er again.
 
Dear Sister mine,
This is the end,
I have no more to give.
I’ve lost all I had
Without you near.
Goodbye, my darling dear.

Written for this week’s WeDrink Poetry Prompt: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/06/16/poetry-prompt-14-letter/

This is also a letter from Comet to her sister Star before Comet is sent away.

I Beg to Differ – Poetry Prompt 45

I’ve often heard
Said so much
That it’s not the ending
But the journey loved so much.
 
I’d like to disagree
A little bit
Because to me
It also matters in the end
Where you would like to see.
 
The journey is important
I won’t forget that,
But where you want
To end up
Is also as important
As that.
 
The climbing up the mountain
Matters in great import
If where you want
To end up
Is up upon the peak.
 
So remember while you’re climbing
That the journey there is good,
Keep in mind also
That where you end up is too.

Written for one of Pooky’s Poetry Prompts: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/14/poetry-prompt-45-climbing/

And because I’ve heard that the journey is the most important part. While it is important what you use as a means to an end, the end you’re moving towards is just as important.

“Dawn” by my mother

My first books of poetry were given to me by my mother. At the time I was studying different styles of poetry in elementary school and found that I loved it, even if it was one of those things that I wasn’t the best at. It wasn’t until several years later, when cleaning out some boxes from the storage room, that I found a slim red-covered notebook with ‘A Collection of Poetry’ written on the front page in my mom’s elegant cursive.

(Seriously, her cursive is so beautiful that it reminds me of calligraphy. I lament the fact that cursive wasn’t as important during my learning years as it obviously was during hers.)

Inside of the notebook held a lovely collection of works that my mom had written throughout her life. Many of them were written for people that I have never met, but my favorite one is the first one inside the notebook. It goes as follows:

Dawn
 
I saw my daughter just today,
All rosy pink and new.
My precious little gift from God
Shone fresh as morning dew.
 
I saw my daughter just today,
Her chubby hands still held
Her favorite doll, a circus clown,
All ragged, smiling still.
 
I saw my daughter just today
With pigtails curling round,
And tied with ribbons, white and pink,
Dressed in my evening gown
 
I saw my daughter just today
With rouge and lipstick on,
High heels and all the latest styles:
My little girl was gone.
 
I saw my daughter just today,
A woman now, full grown.
Her beauty took my breath away;
Oh, how the years have flown!
 
I saw my daughter just today,
So still and white with death.
I pled with God with all my heart,
“Please, do not take her yet!”
 
I saw my daughter just today,
She talked of memories sweet,
And of tomorrows we will share
When once again we meet.
 
I saw my daughter just today,
A promise in her eyes.
“Someday I’ll be with you again,
We’ll say no more goodbyes.”
 
I saw my daughter just today.
“Keep close to God,” she said.
“Draw comfort from the things He says
And death won’t be so sad.”
 
I saw my daughter just today.
“It’s time for me to go.
My love for you is always here
Because you loved me so.”

She wrote this for her cousin when she lost her daughter. I don’t think I was even born at the time. She says she was cooking dinner at the time she received the call from her sister-in-law. Mom had to stop what she was doing, sit down and just write this.

“It just flowed.”

I still can’t read this poem without crying no matter how old I have gotten and how many times I’ve traced her words.

Written for Suzie’s Weekly Challenge: http://suzie81speaks.com/2014/06/08/weekly-word-challenge-books-poetry-and-prose/

Forest Revere

photo by jazza on rgbstock.com

A moment alone
In a forest of one
Brings clarity
Clears rebellion.
 
The wind in the trees
Whisper softly to me
Of secrets 
And gentle reminders.
 
They tell me I’m not alone
Though no one I see
Because Someone
Is always walking with me.
 
The birds chirp loudly
And fly over head
Startling me
out of revere.
 
I look to the sky
Notice clouds that drift by
Painted the colors
Of the sun’s slowing death.
image: martha0stout's phone

image: martha0stout’s phone

Yet I am reminded
It is not a permanent one
Because I know
That was changed by Someone.
 
Prove it?
No,
I’m happy
As is.

Written for the Friday challenge from Light and Shade: http://lightandshadechallenge.blogspot.co.uk/2014/06/challenge-friday-13th-june-2014.html

The second picture is one I’ve manipulated a bit because I couldn’t find any of my sunset pictures.

Souls of My Shoe – Traces Prompt #4

I can feel it, negativity! -Sailor Moon

What do you do all day?

Do you sit and think of what you’ve lost?

Do you throw in the towel when the fight’s just begun?

 Sometimes I just don’t
Know what to do…
I want to give in,
Stop in the souls of my shoe.
 
Too exhausted to carry on,
I’m tired and worn out.
“Get up you lazy bum!”
You don’t need to shout.
 
Why must you do this?
Try so hard to drag me down,
Almost as if you’ve decided
To run me out of town.
 
Well you know what?
I’m not going to comply.
I’m done with listening to this
And I’m not going to let it get by.
 
I have a life,
Moments of my own,
And I’m not going to let you stop me
And take what I have grown.
 
If you want to be down
And let your life turn to ash,
Then do so if you will
Though I think such actions are rash.
 
Because there’s so much more out there,
Waiting for you to stand up;
To take what has been given
And never give it up.
 
It may take you some time
To come to terms with this,
Until you do so,
You I will surely miss.
 
Just know that I will always be here,
Waiting for you to come home.
Sitting outside each evening,
And missing you while you roam.
 
Because this is a decision
That only you can make.
And from you I will never
Try your life to take.
 
So learn and grow
And always my friend,
I hope you know
That in my heart you’ll have a place.

Written in response to Olianna’s Traces Prompt: http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2014/05/29/traces-prompt-4-stop-raining-on-my-parade/#like-10040

And because I’ve had to watch people I love walk away from me because they needed to grow and it was something that I could not help with. And because sometimes I have been the one to walk away, because there were things I needed to know for myself that I could not learn through another.

Thank you, Olianna, for this incredible prompt today.

 

Walking Through Life – Poetry Prompt 24

Life is a fragile thing
Never forget that
Even when smiling.
 
You build up walls
Higher and higher
To keep out those who would make you fall.
 
Friendship is more than a note
Played out in a song
You hear over your mote.
 
It is something strong
Will give you peace
Even when both sides are wrong.
 
Friends will come and go
Flitting in and out of your life,
But those you give your heart will not cause that woe.
 
There are many levels in this being
Friends for fair weather
And friends for the traumas you’re seeing.
 
Life is not the only fragile thing,
Friendships can leave you
Without another being.
 
A part of you gone
With nothing and no one to help you,
Forevermore alone.
 
But don’t let this stop you from finding another
To share life’s walk
Through trial and error.

—–

Written for yesterday’s Pooky’s Poem prompt: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/05/24/poetry-prompt-24-fragile-friendships/

And because this is something that I have seen throughout my life and yet I would not stop meeting new friends because you cannot go through this life alone.

Timing Abed

She sat in the room,
Quietly in the bed
And wondered again
Where this had led.
 
She’d been doing just right
Keeping stress levels down,
Trying her best
To keep away a frown.
 
But life happened again
As it always will,
It happened quite loudly
And now she is ill.
 
The babies are safe.
That’s what the doctors said,
And safe they will stay
As long as she’s abed.
 
So she’ll stay here and wait,
Make sure they’re all right.
She’ll stay here and wait,
Until the time is in sight.

I’ve mentioned in at least one post that one of my sisters is pregnant with twins. Yesterday we received a call that the water on one of them had broken. They’re not due until the end of July at the earliest. Luckily, she was able to get to the hospital and didn’t lose either of her little boys. She now has to stay at the hospital until they have developed enough to come out into the world.

This has not been an easy pregnancy and she’s already had a bleeding out scare. She’s doing everything she can to keep her twin boys safe and is blessed to have a wonderful husband who will also do all he can. I thank God everyday that she is still here.

Take a moment – Poetry Prompt #9

When you find yourself
At the beginning of the day
Asking yourself,
‘Is there another way?’
 
Then you realize
That this is not so,
In a moment or two
Will you have to go?
 
Is it more than just a word?
Is it more than just a thought?
Will I need to speak
Or shall I be bought?
 
And then at the end of the day
You’ll find your Mama
say, ‘Take a moment to think;
Remember, Acta Non Verba.’

Written for the poetry prompt from We Drink Because We’re Poets: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2014/05/05/poetry-prompt-9-dead-language/

I looked over the list they provided a link to and found that I liked the sound of Acta Non Verba which means Deeds, not words.

Walkway – Day Twenty-Seven

Walk this way, don’t turn astray
And you shall surely find your way.
Laugh and sing and dance
Keep your heart open for a chance.
Weather will come and change quite quickly.
Always remember that life will swallow you thickly
Yet inside, you will always hold a spark of light.
 
And never forget, it wasn’t put there for spite.
 
Others have walked this way aplenty,
Never fearing that they were acting the fool,
Because in life, no one is a tool.
So walk this way and never forget,
Life isn’t through with death just yet.
 
So though the snow may fall,
God still loves us all.
image: http://www.reenhead.com/snow.jpg

Written for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-27-2/

And because I’m just so happy today!