A moment
to choose life, the blessing
not the curse.
Kindness and breath,
Beautiful, clean, pure
and promises.
Love yourself and be.
Flowing,
river of peace and light.
One day at a time.
Category: poetry
The Circle
Round, safe, enclosed
Invitation.
Enter at your own risk,
Sacred community and wild unknown,
Warmth, laughter, anxiety, powerlessness,
Exit.
Precarious and powerless,
Swallow fear and trust
Simplicity of a step,
Finding the boundary,
One day at a time.
Red Bird
Your presence like a north star,
A familiar song,
Greetings that awaken the ear,
Your visits so brief
Yet a reminder,
Of His spirit’s eye and voice.
Grandsons
My heart skips a beat.
Eyes so bright,
truth-telling unashamedly,
blankets, big doggies, scooters, Octonauts and superheroes.
Boys are silly, crazy, cuddly and fun.
Nana breathes in the joy, life and laughter in moments of sleepovers.
“Let’s build a fort!”
“You are too big!”
Plastic tacos, books, and lots of movies.
How could I have known that being a Nana would be the greatest pleasure in life?
I play, read, snuggle,
I’m exhausted, sore and need rest.
In the middle of this I leave seeds of a legacy unforgotten,
They leave buckets of warmth and love that carry me to the next sleepover.
My life is fuller because of the stories they tell, the slides that are conquered and Saturday morning awakenings.
“Good morning Nana!”
Off we run,
To the next adventure.
The Unmaking 