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her tranquil waters

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Because it’s tomorrow she’s promised
his assured oft homeless heart,
sienna brown eyes her truth a whisper
‘Don’t worry, we can work it out.’

It’s not just another chance she offers
a sense of judgement judgement free,
alabaster smooth skin her lips dark hair
her tranquil waters he lies within.

A musician’s ear perfect pitch her voice
coos the lullaby of forgiveness,
the song our mysterious universe sings
her tranquil waters he’ll die within.

for Scout
written April 2013


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Stay

I struggle to live and breathe when I see,

The love that you have for the broken, sad me.

In spite of my pain, you touch me and say,

I love you, my mom,I’m here,It’s OK.

if only you had what you really need.

Your brother alive and the mom I should be.

Hold my hand, my sweet baby, so I won’t slip away.

There’s part of him in you,and both want me to stay.


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Looking towards the edge of the road….

Looking towards the edge of the road

I see the small child crying

I want to go to him, comfort him

But there is something restraining me back

I can’t move ahead, not a single inch

I finally ignore the child crying

And move ahead to my predetermined destination.

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Did you get it what I’m trying to tell? You would have if  you have experienced it…


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A Simple Thing

A shower, that simple daily thing we do
turned into agony for me today.
When stepping out, something went west and threw
me when I headed east. The sun turned gray,

I felt the stab wound searing through, and froze.
Small movements silenced my whole repertoire
and all my poetry turned into prose.
To stand from sitting down elicits war

among my muscles. I’m the battleground.
Their white-hot swords and sabers slit along
my comfort lines, and comfort now has drowned.
No longer do I feel in charge or strong

because ice, pain pills, elevation make
up healing. With my doctor’s rules I will
comply. I’m thankful that it did not break,
but I know for awhile I must lie still.


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It May be 2012 out there, but in this House, it’s 1957!

Bird:

Today is my husband’s day off, so no time to sit here typing all day. Hope you all have a great day!

Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:

“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” (Romans 12:18)

In this day and age, one would be hard-pressed to find a family that isn’t, in some way, touched by the presence of a blended family. I, myself, grew up with a stepfather, and briefly, a stepmother. Technically, I have one full brother, and 3 half-siblings. I have one daughter from one partner, and two kids from my first marriage. I have 5 stepdaughters from both husbands…It gets even more complicated from there. I lay claim to my ex-husband’s first wife’s two kids from her second marriage — Chantel and Paul. On and on it goes. But I don’t write this to confuse anyone. Only to point out that I’m in a pretty common position these days. And so, laying the foundation of knowledge, here is my humble advice on blended families.

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