Monthly Archives: April 2015

Poetry Here, There, and Everywhere

I have arrived at my first destination safely and I’m excited to say that even tho I am tired and my mind is not working on all cylinders, I still have a poem for you tonight.  It is written by my sister, Barbie….oops, Barb to her friends. What a gift it was to receive this today. Also, if you look in the comments for yesterday’s post you will find another special poem written by my friend, Robin! Poetry here,  there, and everywhere! Just how I like it!



So I admire my sister for her wisdom, faith and kindness. So here is a little poem to help at least one more day!

My sister is a writer extraordinaire
She has admirers everywhere

I will miss her poems everyday
But busy she is with that grandbaby on the way!

I encourage her to continue on
And don’t make us wait too long

I love her dearly she is my sister and friend
I am not the poet in the family so this is the end.

I Hope It’s Not My Last

At the beginning of the month I challenged myself to write a poem a day in April as a way to celebrate Poetry month.  It’s April 14th and I am pleasantly surprised to have made it this far. April’s not over yet, but my poetry writing days may be.  I have lots going on in my life right now and I am about to head out on a little trip.  I’m not sure how being out of my routine, having lots of fun with family, and poetry writing will fit together. We shall see.  So, with thirteen poems down, here’s one more before I hit the road.

I Hope It’s Not My Last

I almost made it halfway and  that’s good,

But, I may not make it as far as I should.

Life is moving at a rapid rate,

Poetry writing may have to wait.

I’m packing up and leaving town,

There may be no time to write things down.

I hate to think that this poem’s my last,

But if it is, I’ve had a blast!

Thank you for your patience with me in posting a poem a day. It really has been fun!  Is there anyone out there that would like to pick up where I’m leaving off?  Day 15 awaits!




Songs and music of every kind,

All the seashells I can find,

Chocolate, Coffee, an Easter Peep,

Hallmark movies that make me weep,

Birds and goats and each Grand~Dog,

Standing on a mountaintop above the fog,

The sound of a wave crashing on shore,

My children arriving at my front door,

The flowers and trees around my yard,

Finding someone just the right card,

Comfortable shoes that are stylish too,

Projects that take glitter and glue,

My family, my faith, and my dear friends,

A really good book I hope never ends,

New recipes and eggs straight from the nest,

These are the things that I love best!

My List


Still Waiting!

My List

Folding socks, mopping floors,

Opening broken garage doors,

Putting away groceries, buzzing flies,

Eating right, and EXERCISE,

Liver, tomatoes, stinky cheese,

Skirts that show my wrinkly knees,

Snakes and bats and curly hair,

Closed in spaces with no air,

Getting up early, packing a lunch,

These are all things I dislike a bunch!

A Glimpse of a Miracle

"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;"  Psalm 139:13-14

“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;” Psalm 139:13-14

A Glimpse of a Miracle

I gazed upon his perfect face

His hands, and little toes

I thought I caught a glimpse of her

Around his button nose.

He kicked, he yawned and then he blinked

In awe I took it in.

I’m pretty sure his dad and he

share a handsome chin.

A miracle right before my eyes

Tears of joy ran down my cheek.

For where once only God could see

I was blessed to take a peek.

Little Boxes


Little Boxes

Little boxes stacked up high

Inside, memories of days gone by.

Pictures, letters, report cards, too

Together they tell the story of you.

Bits and pieces of times long past,

Carefully saved to make remembrances last.

A poem, a ribbon, a small round stone

Preserved to go through when we feel alone.

Little boxes stacked up once more

Tucked in the closet, close the door.

Life moves on and then one day

Little boxes, so precious, are thrown away.

“Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.  Wherever your treasure is, there the desires of your heart will also be.”  Matthew 6:19-21

Beach Dreaming



Beach Dreaming

Her flowing arms rush toward me, open, bidding me to come.

Resonating in my ears, the rhythm of her song mimics my heartbeat.

She warms my very soul as balm on my skin.

Her fragrance familiar and serene,

A light breath passes across my cheek, briny,  cool, causing me to quiver.

I sigh, let go, and immerse myself in her beauty.

On her shore, I am reawakened once again.

 I am whole.