any word you forget
let me whisper it in your ear
if there is a touch you miss
allow me to be near
while you may not hear me
every moment of your restless day
know that I am alive in you
in the most eternal way
Passed through the screen door,
Recalled the carpeted staircase,
Felt the pull of Maxine,
Grandmother, to me.
Twenty-three years, two months
Since we stood closely,
Right here
Packing odds and ends
To her,
Treasures, to me.
Cabinet I’ll never forget
Cookie dough testing,
“Needs flour, touch it, you’ll see,
Grab the butterscotch chips,
These will be Grandpa’s offerings.”
Sounds made when the drawers
Opened and closed, vintage whisperings,
Now upon my ears,
Fingertips sliding across moments,
Years.
Window gifting the same view,
advice,
Coverings, crisp and clean
Perfect place, for
Snapping green beans,
Twice.
Time to move the sprinklers,
Grab a bucket, strawberries to tend,
Summers without her
Still painful, something I dread.
Nowhere,
Is deafening,
Your absence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Everywhere,
Is haunting,
Your love,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Somewhere,
Is comforting,
Your mind,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Anywhere,
Is lovely,
Your presence,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Where,
Is you,
Your heart,
Is too,
Why do I,
Think of you?
Foggy dawning
The air sufficates
Smells proving perverse
Expressions don’t radiate
Not in the same way
Ceasing reagency
Leaving me empty
With no veracious desire
For your troubled voice
Before heavy eyes conquer this lady
I humbly confess to remembering
Vivid pictures of our beginning
Slowly teetering on becoming
Time that never was or isn’t
Proving that we don’t exist
My mind, that of a dreamer
Good-bye not easy
Wishing I could go with you
Lost without your smile
After five weeks of traveling, I returned home and woke twelve hours later to one of my best friends. Andria’s plane landed and I met her for breakfast minutes later. I knew she was flying in from Miami and that we would have one fast paced week together in order to catch up and say everything that needed to be said.
I was connected to her hip. We saw friends, swam, partied, had deep discussions and sat, in silence, feeling content to know we were in the same room together. There is not one moment I would have changed. I could care less about the sleep I missed out on, the housework that was neglected or the writing I didn’t find time to accomplish. I hugged her every time I got the chance, sat next to her when no one else was and enjoyed every minute of our time together.
Her friendship means everything to me. She has been a constant supporter of mine. She has taught me about what is important and who matters. The people in our lives, they matter. She matters, to me. I feel blessed to have her in my life. I am thrilled for her success in Miami, but I miss her face.
We said good-bye minutes ago and I already wish we could have lunch, a sweet tea vodka and some pool time. I am blessed with best friends in Texas. I am thankful that only one left this morning. Andria’s our glue and even from Miami she keeps us together. Now we’re all in our homes crying over our best friend leaving. Each one of us claiming her as our own. Accepting that we share her every year and that we would have it no other way.
Safe travels home, my sweet dearest friend. I will miss you. I love you like crazy.
😦 I’m feeling like such a cry baby.
You and I, Friends
Without you I’m left searching
For more time together
Love winks when you’d rather ignore
Love consumes when you’d rather starve
Love explains when you’d rather stay silent
Love excuses when you’d rather blame
Love is consistent when you’d rather defer
Love proves when you’d rather theorize
Love believes when you’d rather crumble
Love conquers when you’d rather retreat
Love can be amazing, understand me, please
Out there tonight
Somewhere sacred
Two lovers deeply sigh
Lost in each other’s comfort
Inspired by their passionate love
Longing to drift off in search of ours
I close my eyes and dream only of you
Good-bye Texas
I’m driving north
Nebraska bound
Towards a Throwback
Aksarben Vacation
Ready Set Go
Fields of green
Corn growing
Thunderstorms
All welcoming me home
Midwest community
Full of cowboys
Hired hands
Farmers
White collar
Professionals
Many wives and mothers
All the best of friends
Each one
Hardworking
The best of America’s breed
I can’t wait to begin
The transition of feeling
At home and complete
With extended family
Simple redheaded lady
Not much does she need
Just this small town
1, 200 childhood friends
To hug and greet
I’d take you
I think you’d fit in easily
We’ll take nothing too seriously
Over coffee maybe have
Deep conversations
About politics, weather and war
Some of them eyeing you
New person full of strange behaviors
You’d see the beauty
As we walk down main street
Spend evenings by the creek
Bottles of Jim Beam
Laughter
Making memories
I’d show you
Everything
This morning’s first breath is of you
I Close my eyes, you move inside me
Body at attention I long for your touch
Thoughts of unconditional love
Surround my soul allowing me to feel
The moment I begin to desire all of you
Becoming one with myself, I breathe
Bringing you along with me
My heartbeat
Thoughts of how to help him
Rest sublimely inside her mind
Knowing he would only deny her
She’s left fighting with his reasons why
You come and go
Out of this girl’s dreams
Sprinking mystery and longing
Late night shivers of the sweetest kind
Put me back to sleep, I breathe
Important dreams need me
Come quickly
I just need this one dance
Nothing else, I promise
Yes, this one
I know, its slow
Take me where I need to go
Allow me
Hold me close
I need to feel
Strong hands
Strength, of your lead
Pull me into your arms
Please
Offer your shoulder
Cradle me closer
Hearts beating as one
I know no other
Honor this one wish
My love
Sing to me softly
Show me the way
I can’t do this
Without you
Today
When I recieve a Hail Mary text from a dear friend who is in need of a poem I do my best to deliver. Girl, sit back after the children have been tucked in and listen to me. Motherhood never promised to be easy. No point in asking for a refund. Lean on your friends, Ladies. Hugs!
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A child was born on Mother’s Day
Looking similar to all the rest
A nursery full of beauty
God brought you to her
My Sister
~
Laid upon her breast
Blue eyes locked to blue eyes
You fell in love
She was a mere child, as well
My Sister
~
The first Grandchild
Daddy’s Boy and Momma’s Joy
Craig, our shining star
You could do no wrong in their eyes
My Sister
~
Watching you grow
Meeting milestones
Dad a strutting peacock
None of us with more pride than she
My Sister
~
One day dark clouds rolled in
No advancing past your own floor rolling
To the doctors we’d go
No one stronger than she
My Sister
~
Two full years later, finally a diagnosis
Cockayne Syndrome, wouldn’t you know
We sat in silence, held each other close
If only seven years, she’d make them go slow
My Sister
~
Craig you rested so well in her arms
We all spoke your silent language
A community of your devoted fans
But none as in love as she
My Sister
~
Your fifth birthday here in a flash
Two weeks later, you woke up for the last time
We all ran to your side
In a hospital room we cried, but none like her
My Sister
~
Nothing they could do had been decided
Three siblings sat surrounding your mother
She rocked you as we prayed
“God, please don’t take him from her-not today.”
My Sister
~
A strong little boy who could never walk
Much too frail, much too sick
Was Heaven sent from Him to her
Yet, at twenty-three she was asked to give you back
My Sister
~
Over a decade later you’re still gone
As a man you’d been seen – almost
Still Daddy’s Boy and Momma’s Joy
Blue eyes sparkling, at your Mother
My Sister
~
May, the month of beautiful beginnings
The source of every mother’s worst nightmare
Baby Sister, you made it through, pay no mind to the dark days
That’s when Craig is with you
My Sister
Twelve years ago…we miss you, Craig. We love you. Everyday we’re thankful for the time we had…♥
The last few years
Like a dream
Honestly, Baby
I love that when you’re with me,
You say yes,
To everything
Remember our first movie
I laughed
You wore your boots
John Wayne, Ha!
We didn’t have a clue
I kissed you
When you opted
To shield my eyes
From everything
Destructive
Brutal
That cowboy’s demise
A powerful man,
I’d found,
Was suddenly mine
Our walk in the rain
No umbrella in sight
You made jokes about
White t-shirts
I flashed mine
And taunted you,
A bit
Licked my lips
I saw your eyes
Open wide
Thank you
For backing me up
Against that tree
Our eyes
Locking
So serious
Your mind
You told me,
It wasn’t easy taking risks
I silenced you with my kiss
Ran my hands through your hair
Pleaded with you
To take me
Right then
Right there
You said no
Much to consider
Not that night, but another
Do you remember
I’m glad we waited
It helped, you know
Taking it slow
The music you chose
Perfect
Reflective
Pensive
Baby, that’s you
Your skin continues to radiate
Keeps my skin tingling
This life we’re leading
Continues beautifully
Thank you for choosing me
Collaboration done with Nitin at ofnewdawns.wordpress.com This is the female’s version of a story between two people in love. To read the man’s perspective, please visit Nitin’s blog.
I enjoy Nitin’s poetry, immensely. He provides a raw, thoughtful and powerful image no matter the subject. Check his poem out and say hello. Thank you, Nitin. This was the most fun!
Music surrounds
Our shared bed
Wondering minds rest
Upon colorful pillows
Your hand on my hip
Calming me
Mine on your chest
Your heart humming
Eyes intertwined
Tell me more
A wish of mine
How does music help you
Do you feel this beat, too
Eyes flutter
Blood flows
The music takes us
Where we want to go
Confessions
I wake up longing
Again