Before Daddy left for work today i asked His permission to have a quiet, do nothing kind of day. He just stared at me in shock like i’m new. lol He’s always trying to get me to slow down!! He says i do too much. Then He smiled and said, “Of course, kitten.” i spent some time this morning knitting on the silk/wool blend sweater … Continue reading Restful Saturday Night
I’ve been a prolific writer all of my life. It may not be the greatest work ever created, but it speaks to where I am in this journey we call life. As a teenaged girl I journaled… a lot!!!! I also began writing poetry. My poetry stayed with me for many years. My most recent poems were sadly lost when I locked myself out of … Continue reading Sharing my poetry…
I hear a knock upon the door. Knock, Knock, Knock. Who could it be knocking on my door? Some friendly? Someone nice? Or is it someone I abhor? Knock! Knock! Knock! Go away! Can’t you see? I don’t want to open my door! Pain and anguish wait outside– The face of love is only a masquerade. KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! I look in the peephole and … Continue reading The Door
Weeping willows bow with secrets whispered only to the grass. Butterflies ease drop and carry the song on their fluttering wings only to brush against her cheek. She flushes like the nearby rose still covered with morning dew. She finds blue eyes watching her and knows the secret came from you. Continue reading Butterfly Kisses
There’s a cold, dark place in each of us that only a few will ever see. Reaching deep inside of me, I’m trying to find the key. I saw this place, not so long ago when a young man came to me. He turned his back on me and slammed the door for a reason I’ll never know. So hurt and sad I felt inside. … Continue reading The Key
Love grew in a loveless place. Dark and dank, full of sadness and grief. Yet, here grew a thriving vine covering the heavy doors keeping the lovers apart. He stood on one side and she on the other, but through the green vine of their love the could see each other. The hearts of the lovers touched and knew other long before the flesh ever … Continue reading The Vine
Slap! You bastard! Hold me… I’m scared. I’m afraid of losing you. Promise not to do it again. I love you. Continue reading Abuse
You are sweet and true, my sister, dear. Please don’t think I’ve forgotten you. We are not close, very distant indeed. But in my heart, I love you the most. My memories are old and faded of times before I understood with how much pain and sorrow you are laden. I remember when I was young. You were happy for a while, reading poetry and … Continue reading Lorrie
My heart twitters when you are near. A song soars through my thoughts. Electric shivers run down my spine when your arm brushes mine. Welcome are the warm thoughts & daydreams of you. Your gentle nature has even captured my nighttime dreams. Every time the phone rings I think, “Is it him?” I smile with satisfaction when it is- and sigh a quiet disappointment when … Continue reading Dreaming of Love
Here I sit looking at the pond. Ripples float by and never seem to end. The reflection is the sky and trees. Very pretty indeed. People walk by and pay no mind to one lone person here, crying out inside for someone to talk to. Lonely, lonely, lonely! This I don’t understand. So many friends have gone with the passing of time, but there days … Continue reading The Pond
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