I was walking out the front door and noticed the Mr. Lincoln rose was particularly beautiful. I used my cell phone to snap a pic. The water droplets didn’t come through as crisp as I would have liked…you can see the sheen of the droplets. This rose is a fragrant reminder of my mom’s love of roses. First generated in 1964, the rose was transplanted from my folk’s house after their deaths and the sale of their home.
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My Dreams….
My nights are shallow , need to make that leap
I fight all night , but still can’t sleep
Next thing I know my mind is screaming
Feels so real , but I think I’m dreaming
When I think my dreams come unsurpassed
I’m dreaming again , about my past
Thoughts of things , wont go away
Buried til I sleep , then they play
I wake to hair and pillow all wet
Then my dreams they all reset
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Happy Mothers Day…
English: jkklglh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I remember back when mom seemed mean
we never knew the things she had seen
as children we always knew it all
mom was there when we would fall
we took them for granted , mom still carried on
we didn’t always call , when we were gone
mothers are loving , mothers are strong
mom lets us down softly when we are wrong
now that I’m older , all I can say
All Moms among you have a great day
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single ray of light
a single ray of light in the dark room,
static at a particular straight line,
never moving, always staying there,
just fading when approaches the twilight,
and disappearing with onset of night,
making an appearance yet once again,
as sunlight comes through a new day,
faint at first, but reclaiming its shine-
the single light ray in the dark room,
where there exists nothing else but
a penetrating darkness all around,
isolated away from life and living,
where the only play is that of the light,
which comes by everyday, day after day-
the single ray of light in the dark.
renewal
and if i
sound wide eyed,
it’s because
i am.
i’m
a little
in awe of what
i’ve become,
so late
in my
day.
written April 2013
Finding a way out…
Finding a way out
through the maze
stumbling through this arena
with thorns covering the path
at every turn
I drift towards the center
and get lost.
Burden
I am strained with a burden
of confusion, of the truth-
Not accepting the truth,
remaining confused.
Specks of dirt
Specks of dirt
appear to have frozen
on the table top
which once was a hub of activity
where I would recline everyday
to get through things
to have a life
with a daily routine
These specks of dirt
now have frozen over it
they will get engraved soon
becoming a part of it for
it no longer has me
recline over it,
getting through things
life is changed,
table top has changed
and I have, as well.
Taking My Medicine, by Susan Dean Wessells
Fish oil capsules slide right down.
Neurontin follows after.
Wellbutrin and Abilify
turn sadness into laughter.
Furosemide sticks in my throat,
I choke upon it daily;
while Trazadone at night I take
to greet the morning gaily.
Coreg and an aspirin
both for my heart I’m taking,
A variety of vitamins
are another cocktail making.
I take a few prescription drugs
that help me remain placid.
Omeprazole magnesium
protects from too much acid.
Let’s not forget the insulin
at breakfast, lunch and dinner.
It keeps my blood from sugar highs,
but doesn’t keep me thinner.
Susan Dean Wessells
Some things last forever!
[ Video credit to the owner ]
Some things don’t last forever,but some things do.
Like a good song, or a good book,
or a good memory you can take out and unfold
in your darkest times, pressing down
on the corners and peering in close,
hoping you still recognize the person you see there.
JT's Adventures ......part one
Well by now most of you know our JT (Jess-Tex) at least in photos. She is our Border Collie and no we do not have a farm.
I have shared my life with fourteen dogs five of which were part of a litter that went on to new homes where they were adored family members.
This dog above was born at a friend's home, the male her father was from Texas and they drove from Vermont to pick him up.
After My Son Was Gone
After I had my son there was no reason for me to stay in the hospital. He was healthy and beautiful and nurses, bless them, kept bringing him in only to say OOPS, sorry, do you want to hold him? I asked the doctor if I could get discharged, he understood and said it would be OK, good thing as I was going anyway.
Peace...........coming slowly
As a new year begins for me alongside this stream I feel like the time is coming to share a few personal things with you.
No not that personal well then again maybe.
You know insight, a reason for still being here. I thought I could hide behind a few pretty pictures but a few have seen through my exterior and are behind me hiding but also know in time my story will come to light.
The day is foggy…
The day is foggy
which seems to have emerged
from my agony
which burnt me in the night
now I can see the smoke
of that vengeful fire
spread around me.
A Small Dream
I haven’t written anything substantial for so long.. seems to me as if the worm that used to make me write is now dead; still I am trying feebly to write something, even if it is bizarre.
A small dream
of doing something,
anything,
just to get off bed,
have a nice bathe,
wear some decent clothes
and set out to see the world-
its a small dream
I dream of everyday
staying, sulking on the bed.
