Hot Chocolate
Cold evening
Hot chocolate
Remembering
You
Thank you
For being my friend
Even if it had to end
Your friendship
Lives richly in our sharing
Cold evenings
Hot Chocolate
2019 copyright © CMM
Sunset
The sea whispers
Breath comes in and then out
In a distance it sweet roar
Crescendos in a swell
Of soft breeze travels through
I feel tranquilizing sleep
We try to linger in the unknown
We are just too human
So I fall asleep with feelings
Copyrighted: CMM 2019
The Day
It felt as if eternity stopped in one day.
Everyone’s eyes were swollen from tears.
No one was talking, just listening, just praying.
A feeling of loss, and not knowing why.
A prayer for those you could not call.
Confusion as to what to do next.
You wait, you wait to hear, to hope,
To pray… 9/11 a day of eternity.
copyrighted: 2019 CMM
“Joy’s Song”
I remember “All Souls’ Day” with a song I wrote.
Written by: Christine McNeill-Matteson
Produced with Kip Haaheim Music and instrumentalist
vocalist; Jonathan Matteson
Music written by: Daniel Myer
Copyrighted: CMM 2016
Morning Sky
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Under the magic
Across the blacken sky is
Wonder of life and love
CMM @ copyright 2018
The Gift
I find myself (as I do every Christmas) thinking back to a
special lady who always made Christmas so loving. There was
one gift I always remember and treasure is the one from Grandma.
She was old and retired. She was living on a very limited
income. Each Christmas she would set up a tree no taller than
Two feet. It was artificial and set on a little table covered with cotton
from old boxes, replicating snow.
She would take the little money she had and buy each of her
grandchildren hose for the girls and socks for the boys.
Today I remember her going to the little tree. Her hands had
become old with swollen joints and trembled just a little as
she picked up the little gift wrapped in thin paper from the year
before. There was always a thin ribbon, usually red tied so carefully.
Handing me the little gift, she would say, “It’s not much.” I
would always smile to her and say, “Grandma, you have no idea
how much I needed hose.” She would smile and sit next to the
little tree.
Today that gift keeps giving back to me. It was love.
copyrighted: 2012 CMM
Knell Bell
Ash, fallen losing its form,
drifting to places—
Places once given to life
now void in the body.
Blemished leavings of
perfect love and life—
Spent time, celebrations
now void in the mind.
Consciousness
to awareness made up
of dreams and hopes,
now void in the soul.
The ticking of the clock,
the clanging echoing,
noises made in the senses,
now void in the hearing.
Spoken words of promise
of heart felt memories
devoted love forever—
now void in heart.
We have heard many
warnings, sounding often
in the distance, never noticed—
until we hear the ringing.
Knell bell
final sounding—
Echo without vibrations,
muted sounds, never heard; but felt.
copyrighted: CMM 2002
Lost Valentine
Before the pain,
there was laughter
sharing of wits
the morning after
before the pain
there were smiles
all night conversations
lingering for a while
before the pain
she felt safe to know
he was there
they would grow
before the pain
all was everything
no needs
before the pain
Copyrighted: 2017 CMM
