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Missing Her
She didn’t wear perfume, it bothered her.
But o, her fragrance as she entered any room.
My mother lifted any place to heights anew
by being present. How I miss her belly laughs,
her care for others, and her strength of self.
Yes, I have had to set upon the shelf
the music of her coming to my house,
the look that told me, Honey, I love you.
I harbored anger toward my father after they divorced.
She always told me, Please forgive him. It will set you free.
How wise my mother was. I didn’t understand
this until after she had died. Please, Mom, I want you now to know
I have forgiven him. How right you were, and we undid
the tangles of the years. It was because of you.
Is Thank you good enough?
Of course not. Your soft ways of teaching brought the lessons
gently into terra firma consciousness.
Funny, I the teacher, was the taught.
THE SONGBIRD
She was a delicate songbird; a sensitive creature treasured by her parents. In their nest she snuggled, loved tenderly. She never ventured forth to fly and didn’t know how. Her parents told her it wasn’t safe to leave the nest and she believed them.
She had so much joy for life and sang songs that filled the forest with beautiful melodies. She didn’t mind the nest at all and as she grew bigger, she simply danced around on nearby branches. Her songs attracted many other birds that wooed her; she ended up choosing a mate that loved her songs the most. They created a nest on a nearby branch.
She never felt the need to fly. One day, she was puzzled that she had stopped singing most of her melodies. She didn’t understand why her nest felt sad and empty even though she had a mate. She wasn’t sure what to do, and thought perhaps if she filled her nest with babies her songs would return.
Soft lullabies soon filled the forest as she tenderly nurtured her first baby, and then another one that followed. But when her first baby became sick and died, she was certain she would never sing again. She curled up in the bottom of her nest, and her other babies snuggled close to her. Slowly she stirred, and although she could not sing, she pretended she could. Then she poured every ounce of love in her heart into her babies.
The years went by and she became an older bird. Now her babies were quite large and challenging. But even though she didn’t use her wings to fly, she used them as a large canopy to comfort her family.
Sometimes, she tried hard to remember the enchanted forest from her childhood. Even though she had little faith, she often looked at the sky and searched for a sign. At her lowest point, she closed her eyes and prayed for her sadness to lift.
She wasn’t even aware that her prayers were answered until the time when she was given hope. As the blessing of hope was sprinkled softly into her soul, she felt herself sparkle inside. It became time to sing again. At first, her song melodies were hesitant and hoarse. But gradually, her voice became stronger and more confident, and soon all of her songs returned.
It was with her happiness, that she had the realization that she was blessed. She wasn’t sure why or how it had happened, but she knew that it came to her when had completely given up.
The more she sang, the more oppressive her nest became. It was time. She took her large babies and started to let them know how being in the safety of their nest was not what life was about. She wanted a better life for them. Although her babies were quite large, she knew that they could fly even though she never had. She told them it was worth the risk and gradually they began to practice. As she watched them, she was pleased.
She thought she was too old to remember the beautiful forest vistas, but now she realized that she still had joy for life. Since she had never flown, she wasn’t sure what would happen if she allowed herself to jump into the sky. Although it was scary, she wanted to take the chance even if it meant plummeting to the earth below.
She realized how unhappy she was because she preferred to fall out of the sky rather than stay forever in the safety of her nest.
As she readied herself to fly, she was sad for everyone who thought she was abandoning her nest. She loved her large babies, but knew they would still be a part of her life even if she flew. It was harder to leave her mate, but she was certain they would both be happier over time. He needed to fly also.
When she imagined herself flying, it was breathtaking for her. It sustained her throughout her difficult days as she mustered up the courage she needed to spread her wings and leap into the sky. She didn’t want her children to see her sad and afraid. Even if she fell she hoped they would always remember her courage.
Now she could dream about flying and she was joyful. As she prepared herself to soar, or maybe even plummet, she had certainty about where she would be flying. She planned to fly to a destination where she could share her blessing of hope. Her message was how it was possible to sing again and to fly even when life held heartbreak.
It didn’t matter anymore to her if she fell, because she had already flown so far in her dreams.
Read more about my journey at: http://myjourneysinsight.com/
© 2012 by Judy Unger and http://www.myjourneysinsight.com and 20 Lines A Day. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Please Come to Boston
The brilliant days and starlight nights
were so long ago, the remain
only as misty memories,
glimmers of old hope,
faded dreams.
The person I longed to be
and somehow never quite made it.
The slices of life, however brief,
when I did live my dream,
feel the freedom,
see the stars from San Bernardino
on a hot August night.
That song always reminds me if those days,
I hear it in grocery stores or random radio searches.
Please come to Boston in the Springtime…
Please come to LA to live for ever..
The dream never happened, yet
the memory remains.
The Little Girl Is Now Woken Up
A sweet rippling sound echoing through the confined walls of the room, a girl wakes up due to the resulting disturbance from the sleep she was subjected to, the sleep- an escape from her pain, an escape to the realm of the dreams but now she is forcefully brought back to the realities of life. She is being forcefully woken up by the disturbance as a result of the rippling sound, though sweet, but a lot more agonising for the girl- whose name is unknown- no one knows who she is. She was just found in the corner of a street, her hair ruffled, her dried tears glistening under the bright sun. She is the girl no one knows anything about and thereby seen as a threat, she was confined to further tortures of life even when her earlier tortures are not known- she is facing the ordeal of getting confined, becoming a prisoner where she is given ample food and water but no freedom. This is her staying place where she lives but dies every moment; the air being lacking in the joys and pleasures she would have otherwise wanted. The little girl is now woken up by the disturbance- she is now again prone to the tortures, subjected to the pain- she now considers the way of her life. The little girl is woken up, the echo- the disturbance of the rippling sound, is now gone- disappeared in the air. The little girl is now woken up.
Put Down the Scythe
Moved through life as if with a scythe?
Causing pain, causing retreat…defeat.
Do you ever sit and ponder your havoc?
Do you ever pray not just for forgiveness,
but for the rebirth of those left behind?
Partly to assuage your guilt, partly to
give life again to a lovely heart; you lay
in the dark praying for good things to
befall the sweetness that is not yours.
Put down your scythe!
Pray they open the door to their happiness.
Release
Let it loose.
Flee from bondage like a dove.
Soar like an eagle.
It rattle the bars of the cage
A metal trap
It scrapes the sides, it flits from
Top to bottom to left to right
Searching
For an escape.
A gap.
A glint of precious light
It yearns for liberation.
Knock down the barriers
Towering over your heart,
Closing in
Don’t you feel the claustrophobia?
Knock down the barriers
See the beautiful sights that you have missed out on
Above all
Release your soul.
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The National Underground Railroad Museum & Freedom Center
After hearing Maya Angelou speak this morning at the Children’s Defense Fund National Conference in Cincinnati, Ohio I visited the National Underground Railroad Museum & Freedom Center and it was a powerful experience. Pay special attention to the Haunted Slave Poem because it was written in the 1800′s and shows the power of poetry to transform society. I hope these photographs inspire you all!
Do You Remember That Freedom to Roam?

My Aunt on a camping trip just after the War. The trailer was made by my Uncle after he saw one of the originals and reconstructed his from his recollections. Doesn’t my Aunt just look so content? Do you remember that sort of freedom to just be in love and that unencumbered freedom to roam? Perhaps now in retirement you enjoy it. Someday…..
20 Lines A Day Poetry Challenge
Today is a special day.
It is our nations birthday.
There will be gatherings of fun for some
and others will have none.
There is sure to be a lot of noise
along with the squeals of joy
from not only the girls but also from the boys.
What ever group you find yourself in
as the sky grows dark and then lights up, again.
Have a Safe and Happy Fourth of July!
Happy Birthday America
Wildfire
remember those days
when you were a kid
not caring about gobbling up
5 candy bars
all at once
or eating a whole bag of Doritos
before dinner?
it was that wanton “gall of it all”
that carefree “live in the moment”
attitude that you long for again
children are the essence of life
the ones that adults admire most
they represent freedom
freedom of spirit
freedom of movement
freedom of the soul
to exist as fluid as a river
and as blazing as a wildfire
always
remember those days.
© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
Free
Gone too far
Lies
Half truths
Too far gone
Can’t turn back now
Right?
NO!
Never too late
To free your heart
Let it go
Feels so good
To be free
Tell it like it is
The truth will set you free
Free to breathe
Free to love
Free
Beauty grows amid shadows….
Beauty grows amid shadows….
growing darkness , impending furry .
looking back , everything blurry .
shadows building , nights arrangement .
grow up around us , total betrayment .
clouds moving by , moon light shown .
light shines beauty , through shadows blown .
Beauty grows amid shadows ….Poetry Challenge…
Please vote for your favorite at ….. http://mylifeuncutalmost.wordpress.com/2012/06/05/beauty-grows-amid-shadows-poetry-challenge/#comment-3032
The Season of Breakdown
At first appearance
fear! strikes my soul
a closer look at
my wounded life
wrings salty tears
out of
my pillow case
sobs
of sorrow
the weeping
strife!
stringing
all my pains
and backward contemplations
around the gilded knife
of life’s thrusting complications
peeling off the layers
of dried out withered dreams
waking centuries of sweetness
beguiling and free!
© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
























