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Summer Lilies

They say deer eat these mine are all still healthy

Summers lilies of pumpkin gold

waving softly in the wind

The black seeds perched

precariously at the center of every leaf.

 

I wonder-which wisp of wind

will scatter seeds and where will they land?

Will they hang on drying slowly

until fall finally wilts the plant?

 

The fuzzy stamens, tempting new life-

why do the seeds form down the branch,

when the stamens and ovulates

rest within the velvety soft flower?

 

Each tiny gift nature has given

develops its own ways,

keeps its mystical secrets,

reminds us that every living thing.

 

is special, unique, magical.

Look at a daisy, a lily, a daffodil,

every one with its own way to reproduce,

Life itself holds infinite recipes.

 

Every flower shares it beauty,

to observe and enjoy is a gift

free and simple, there for the taking.

The finest things in life ARE free!

 


No Fear

 

Its difficult to imagine, but I had to try!

 

When I was young, I had very little REAL fear. My fears were more the “does my hair look good, how does my tan appear, is this dress sexy? Than true fear as I feel now -old enough to know better and ALSO old enough to care.

 

As a mom, still young thinking grandma-(beebee is my grandma name) and daughter of an elderly father who is in poor health, fear has taken on a new meaning.

 

I will always fear for all of my old one’s safety-I lost a teen very suddenly at age 15. What if I did not have the fear that his loss filled me with. I think saying that I truly wouldn’t give a damn if I worried that those I love would be hurt would be a start. I would get in my car, with only a little “luggage”, drive to a secluded beach, with no way to communicate with anyone. I would lie under the stars and write what filled my soul by the light of a group of candles-all of different heights and colors.

 

No fear-I have no desire to “hurt myself”-been there, done that, but maybe worrying some people might be fun. I could scream, cuss, become inebriated if I wished, rid myself of the constant pain that is my life. If I were not such a “mom”, always worrying, then I could go to places I have only dreamed of, deserts, mountains, oceans and live in a cabin in the woods. Perhaps I would be young, acquire a sexy lover and spend my nights and days in a fantasy world where “what people would think” or ‘getting caught would not matter to me.

 

I can’t imagine having no fear-I doubt if I could conceive of it. Interesting thought, though-who knows what our minds might do without this in-born trait?

 


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No Fear

Prompt-“If I had no fear”   

It is very hard to imagine-i had to give it a try!

When I was young, I had very little REAL fear. My fears were more the “does my hair look good, how does my tan appear, is this dress sexy? Than true fear as I feel now -old enough to know better and ALSO old enough to care.

 

As a mom, still young thinking grandma-(beebee is my grandma name) and daughter of an elderly father who is in poor health, fear has taken on a new meaning.

 

I will always fear for all of my old one’s safety-I lost a teen very suddenly at age 15. What if I did not have the fear that his loss filled me with. I think saying that I truly wouldn’t give a damn if I worried that those I love would be hurt would be a start. I would get in my car, with only a little “luggage”, drive to a secluded beach, with no way to communicate with anyone. I would lie under the stars and write what filled my soul by the light of a group of candles-all of different heights and colors.

 

No fear-I have no desire to “hurt myself”-been there, done that, but maybe worrying some people might be fun. I could scream, cuss, become inebriated if I wished, rid myself of the constant pain that is my life. If I were not such a “mom”, always worrying, then I could go to places I have only dreamed of, deserts, mountains, oceans and live in a cabin in the woods. Perhaps I would be young, acquire a sexy lover and spend my nights and days in a fantasy world where “what people would think” or ‘getting caught would not matter to me.

 

I can’t imagine having no fear-I doubt if I could conceive of it. Interesting thought, though-who knows what our minds might do without this in-born trait?

 


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Clinging to a Life I Once Knew

Across the room, a picture of the two of you,
Its seems like yesterday, but its been 8 years,
in the purest hell. You- taken only four months later.
Your little brother now 6’3” and growing-
the girl who has his heart isn’t me.
I am alone in my heart-I’ve taken in my sick dad-
and the daily reminders of why I left home at 18
haunting my every quiet move, with doors down,
curtains up to accommodate walkers-hospital supplies.
Every time I think “life” can get no worse, it does.
I need you, I need your brother to be little again.
I want to teach 6 kids about bugs and butterflies
and play in the creek. I want to live, love, dream.
Tonight, if and when I close my eyes, please,
my beautiful young man, stolen for no reason,
come to me, be with me, let me remember life.


Love Lost and Stolen

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Though I am not aware of any great love

 beaming down upon me, I hope they are there

My lost son, my mother , her parents,

They speak to me, hear me when no one else does.

I have searched, believed, dreamed, loved

and seen all of that stolen from me.

In misery, drowning in tears, I have lain,

thinking of you, longing for your touch.

Oh, Holy Spirit, one whom I should trust

I often wonder where you are, near, or far

Do you watch over me while I suffer?

Do you not interject yourself in earths troubles?

There was a time when the majesty of your works,

the beauty of the forest and flowers of spring,

carried me to a place of pure delight.

Now, all I do is wonder what I did to make you leave.

Nothing can bring back what was stolen from me.

I try to find comfort in the winds, the sea,

To find you again, but I cannot see beyond the clouds.

I reach up, longingly to find only emptiness.

All you must do is reach down as I reach up,

as you did once and suddenly withdrew.

I hear the winds power, the majestic clouds.

But i want you, and can never ever have you here again.


A Stormy Night With You

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As I listen to the rain spattering against my cabin’s window,
I think of that night when we were stranded here.
The roads were washed out and the creek overflowing,
but I was in your arms , safe, warm, a long-awaited dream.

I saw the lights blink on the alarm clock, the bang on the transmitter.
I smiled, we were alone, you and I , no one would check on us.
I tugged on grandma’s quilt and you tugged back-asleep.
I listened to the sweet sound of your breath, soft, even.

When I awoke, stars glimmered in the window, the clock was flashing.
Darkness still surrounded me, along with your strong, hard arms.
I wanted this night to last forever, the moon seemed satisfied with just a peek at us.
You and I, finally in a place where life brought a freshness-alone, together.


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A Stormy Night With You

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As I listen to the rain spattering against my cabin’s window,
I think of that night when we were stranded here.
The roads were washed out and the creek overflowing,
but I was in your arms , safe, warm, a long-awaited dream.

I saw the lights blink on the alarm clock, the bang on the transmitter.
I smiled, we were alone, you and I , no one would check on us.
I tugged on grandma’s quilt and you tugged back-asleep.
I listened to the sweet sound of your breath, soft, even.

When I awoke, stars glimmered in the window, the clock was flashing.
Darkness still surrounded me, along with your strong, hard arms.
I wanted this night to last forever, the moon seemed satisfied with just a peek at us.
You and I, finally in a place where life brought a freshness-alone, together.

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