In My Garden


There are secrets in my garden

You need but walk a piece

You will stumble on a flower

And a butterfly at ease

Walk but just a couple steps

You almost see them grow

The purple and the yellow

But please walk a little slow

There are secrets in my garden

A prairie dog you might  see

A pansy or a daisy

However please be quiet

Not to disturb the frog so lazy

Or the fountains where angels sit

I invite you in my garden

Where joy is laid and kept

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Santa Came Too Soon


A voice so loud, I do remember,

 

Early evening, in late December

 

“Ho ho ho”, with a thunderous caugh,

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Waking from slumber, we began to laugh.

 

Why was he here and we not asleep?

 

As our grandfather yelled, “kids come take a peep.”

 

“It looks as though Santa has come too soon,

 

You are awake and giggling in your room.”

 

We tip toed and peered around the hall to see,

 

a bearded man, red suit, looking back at me.

 

“Ho Ho Ho”, he winked and continued to sound.

 

“You are awake and wide eyed, I have found.”

 

We stood there in awe, and not a word said,

 

He hugged us, “Now get back to your bed.”

 

I remember the night, Santa came too soon.

 

As I tried to fall asleep, that night in my room.

 

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The Gift


I remember the little white package.

It was a rippled red ribbon so neatly tied.

Crossbow over the square gift.

Placed just under the 3 ft. Christmas Tree.img_2329

Set on a table with white cotton tree skirt.

“It’s not much,” she would say.

“Oh, Grandma, anything you give is always too

much.”

We would smile as her trembling hands reached for the gift.

“Thank you Grandma,” as we opened the gift gingerly.

There in the little gift was a pair of sheer stockings.

“Grandma, how did you know, this is just what I needed.”

She would smile delightfully with light behind her blue eyes.

You see, the gift of love was one she could not wrap in paper.

The caring hands were never measured by a moment.

Her memory is not in just one generation, but many.

Her gift, I treasure, it was the gift of love left lingering.

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Paradox


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I cherish your bedside as we said good bye and

All I could do is cry

It has been five years and your sweet desperation breathed between two places

Your eyes closed as some said the “Our Father” and others’  dark faces

Posturing, some told lies and some truths; you listened.

Reaching into the depths of the last moments, you closed your eyes

For the last time you pulled from a place we all know only once in time

You called out ” I love you.” The room quieted

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Resurrection


Resurrection

Easter’s Story is in the midst of us now,

the love mystery; everlasting somehow…
The spring resounds of birds at rest,
as they seek food and build their nest.
The sun strives to warm the earth,
as we fade in eternity reincarnation’s birth.
We celebrate the soon-to-come,
when death and life, receives the risen ‘son’.
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Slippers


I turn to see a shoe I missed

It was my Mother’s slippers

I thought I could climb the stairs

with even sounds of flippers.

I stepped into the stairway

and much to my surprise.

I lost the one, kept the other

I felt it gone and realized

I still had one on the other foot

and that was ok you see.

I will continue on in venture

carrying my mother’s shoe with me.

So such is life in little things

our children do take with him.

The climb the shoe and little

one too and leave a shoe with them.

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