On This Date – #poetry #encore
28 Thursday Oct 2021
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in26 Friday Feb 2021
Posted My Thoughts, Poetry
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How bittersweet the memories stay
Wasn’t I a child just yesterday?
Laughing in the yard, where I’d play
But the grass is no longer mine
Momma made this house her own
In turn this was the place I’d grown
Now these moments are mine alone
Kept tucked inside my heart, I pine
I try to focus, but I just stare
No pictures hang, the walls are bare
Each one removed with utmost care
Those empty hooks, left behind
I close the door, in my stomach, a pit
On those front steps, never again will I sit
I never thought I’d be so hard hit
Perhaps this was all by design, that
I find myself grown up, too fast
I want to go back, relive the past
But seems my future has been cast
So in my soul, this place, I enshrine
How I looked up to you with nothing but love
Now you watch over me from Heaven above.
I miss you so very much, Mom…
Authors Note – Today I close on my childhood home. It will be the last time I walk the hallways & smile at the memories, so I shall cry at the finale.
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25 Saturday Jul 2020
Posted My Thoughts, Poetry
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This is for you, Dee….
Beside the bed, her sneakers lay
There are no feet in them, today
Leggings and blouses, tucked away
Never again to be worn
Earrings and bracelets, laid aside
Into their boxes, to safely abide
Worn with elegance, flair, and pride
No longer do they adorn
Photos, in an album, bent
Pictures of the one who meant
So very much, is now absent
Leaving her family, forlorn
Little reminders, around us dance
To catch a glimpse, perhaps, perchance
Of her spirit, one last glance
She would not want us to mourn
Instead, to remember a giving heart
A lover of opera, and collectible art
The happier times, of which we were part
For into her world, we were born
Authors Note: The picture above, from left to right is, my Aunt Dee, my Nana, my Mom, and that’s me in the front, taken mid to late 60’s. I grew up with Dee, as we are only 10 years apart, and because of that, I considered her my sister, but I am an only child. We shared each other’s mother, my Mom raising Dee, my Nana raising me. It was a strong bond between four females that remains today. I wrote this while thinking of all the good times Dee & I had as kids, and how close we are today, because of Rose and Madalyn. I know my Mom would want us to celebrate her life, and not to mourn, for into her world, we were lovingly born. ❤
11 Monday Nov 2019
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This room, old and dirty, things in disarray
Peeling walls, graffiti, boldly on display
The house, now abandoned, quietly cries
No hint of life, nor story, simply cast away.
On a table, an open book, filled by pen and ink
A chart, perhaps, or ledger, makes you stop and think
Someone, once cared, deeply, about this place
But, it’s been left here, empty, and on the brink.
Of finding out the answers, we all truly seek
Of heritage, and family, things filled with mystique
Absently turning the pages, searching for our life
Promises, once spoken, surely, makes this home unique.
As sun shines through the windows, caked with grime
A reminder of what must have been, a beauty, in its prime
Still, the light brings comfort, as a sigh escapes our lips
To leave the past behind us, would surely be a crime
There’s too much left to learn, and we’re on borrowed time….
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05 Friday Jul 2019
Posted Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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Those days, well spent, watching the moon
I longed to be up there, to listen, commune
Along with the stars, shining so sweetly
She’s captured my heart, ever so completely
A child of the moonlight, carefree, gliding
While I’m down on Earth, watching, hiding
I don’t want her know, how I envy her place
Happily swinging, oh, the joy on her face!
I’ll wait in the shadows, as she flies in the night
In my eyes, she is starlight, glistening bright
Word of Day Challenge – Capture
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