Tearful Parting

Tearful Parting

weeping she poured out her soul
knowing
that this would be
the last time
she would be able to contact them

words of love
poured forth
tears
traced lines
down her face

her quill
ran along the paper
saying all that could be said
though it would never be enough

silently
with trembling lips
she read
her words

she folded
the tear stained
stationary
then sealed it
with red eyes

would they read it?
would they care?

how she wished
she would be able
to see their faces

as a second thought
she wrote
on the bottom right corner
please take care
of my sweet baby child

I love her.

stealing silenty across town
holding her litttle infant
wishing it could be differnet
knowing that it couldn't

stopping on the stoop
she breathed into the
sleeping baby's ear
I love you
I wish I could keep you
be happy
sweet one.

sobbing loudly
she knocked on the door
and ran swiftly
under the cover
of night

Wishing
she could stop time
and stay with her baby
forever...


Here is another sad poem. This poem and my poem Memories were all stirred partly from this book series I have been reading. It is called Abraham's Daughters by Beverly Lewis.

I will be posting another poem soon. The thought also comes from this series...in a way.

I hope you all enjoy it!

Do not use in anyway. Copyright 2009 Wild Rose.

Update

We got a new keyboard!! Yes! So all I have to do is adjust my schedule some and I should be posting more regularly now. =) That will be nice. I miss sharing my thoughts and writings with you all.

Sorry!

I haven't been on my blog in a long time...too long of a time. our keyboard broke and so we have to use an onsceen one. It is torture. So I have not written anything or even gotten on my blog because I knew if I did I would want to write something and then I would torture myself and try to write and then it would somehow get deleted. Trust me this happened 5 times!

Anyway enough about my problems...I just wanted to say that I am sorry and that hopefully I will be able to post something soon. (Incase you are wondering, I am at the library right now.)

WOTW #2 - Memories

The WOTW prompt is: Frayed Ribbons.

To learn more about Writing on the Weekends go here.

Here is a poem that has been swirling around my head for a few days. When I read what the prompt was it just seemed to fit in with the fragments that were already floating around in me.

Enjoy!

Memories crash around me
like stormy ocean waves
knocking me over
Unable to escape the battering
I succumb

As the pictures
of things past
flash across my mind

The willow tree
where we sat talking and laughing
unaware of things to come

Starless nights
dancing
under the moon
just you and me

The many gifts
you so tenderly gave

The one I cherish the most
is the gift you gave
the day you went away

That single white ribbon
wrapped in flowered paper

Now wrapped
around your letters
written so long ago

A symbol of our past
those now frayed ribbons

Almost whole yet not
they symbolize
our memories
and what could have been
before the day
our lives fell apart leaving

only....

memories.

Photo Credit

Copyright Wild Rose.

I would love to hear your thoughts about my poem.

Sweep...Dust...Fold...Arrange

Today my aunt and grandma arrived for a visit. So before they came we were cleaning. Cleaning my room was first on my list.

And to make even more cleaning for me Mom said that I had to clean under my bed. Horror! lol

My little sister recently rearranged her part so I figured I would do the same thing. Yes, I just seemed to want to make more work for myself.

I started by cleaning under my bed. I figured I would tackle that first since it would be the biggest mess and I was going to move my bed. I went at it with a fury. I can be a good cleaner when I decide to and my Mom is not telling me to.

I cleaned under my bed moved my bed and desk and emptied a clothes bucket. Whew! Then I had to clean the top of my desk, dresser and Hope Chest, sweep the floor and dust.

I promise my room is not as dirty as it sounds! lol I just have a terrible habit of throwing clothes around. I don't leave food or plates around up there...well except fr an occasional apple core...I love eating an apple and reading a good book. Pure bliss!

Anyway, after I cleaned my room with help from the other messy culprits. (My 2 little sisters...although neither of them own up that they are the ones that leaves toys and stuffed animals around. They say it is me. ) I came downstairs. To find an unswept and a little messy house. What?!? Totally unlike my mom. There was half an hour left before they would get here. Why wasn't she sweeping? Because she was helping my brother make a puppet. He wants to be a puppeteer.

So I grabbed the broom and swept. I asked my mom, "What's wrong with you? You're acting like me!" (all in good fun of course) She replied, "Yeah and your acting like me!"

So yes I can clean and move quickly when I am motivated.

I did have a lot of fun cleaning and arranging. I loved making the place clean and presentable. Although I guess I could have leaved it how it was since it was pretty clean anyway. (My mom runs a tight ship. But even then it gets messy with all 7 of us. ;)

Anyway, it was a fun day. My grandma and Aunt are here and we have had so much fun. I will post more about our visit later.

Here are a few good quotes that go along with my day.

The work will wait while you show the child the rainbow. But the rainbow won't wait while you finish the work. ~Patricia Clafford

On judgment day,
If God should say
Did you clean your
House today?
I will say, I did not.
I played with
The children and I forgot.
~Sue Wall

Management is about arranging and telling. Leadership is about nurturing and enhancing.
~Thomas J. Peters

Have a good day/night! And if you have to clean a room go at it and try to have fun along the way. It may not be your favorite thing but just think about all that you are accomplishing!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.
- Miss Piggy

Tendrils of Love

Here is a poem that I wrote about our garden.

Tendrils of Love

Hello
cordially they murmur
stay for a time
in our little space of world

the red capped
and nodding heads
of cosmos, zinnia, and marigold
beckon
reaching out,
tendrils of love.

waiting,
to wrap you up
if you will only linger
long enough

keeping you
wrapped with love
petals caressing your face
like a tender kiss

Few stay
long enough
to be caught and wrapped
in the world of...

Flowers, sun,
careless days,

Come, stay.
we will treat you, like one of us
supporting, intertwining,
nurturing

as you
grow with love

Copyright 2009 Wild Rose.

Fun, Fun, Fun....under the stars....

Tonight was a blast! I had so much fun. After work I went out on the boat, played soccer, kayaked, and enjoyed a bonfire.

Here is a poem that was sparked by my kayak ride tonight.

Black water,
moonless sky
a million stars

gliding
effortlessly

a trail
of days past
following
never catching up

peering into blackness
not sure
what lies ahead

trusting
in the One that cares
to guide you
through the black

softly breathing
straining to hear
marveling

at the wonder
of stars,
cricket chirps
and

bends in the road
behind and ahead

pondering
what the future
holds.

~ Wild Rose

Hope you all enjoy! I loved being alone yet sharing the kayak with someone else, paddling through black water with a million stars over head and a midnight black blanket draped around me.



Copyright 2009 of Wild Rose. Do not use in anyway.

Quilt Giveaway

Marie-Madeline Studio is having a quilt giveaway. It is a gorgeous quilt. Go here to check it out and for a chance to win.

It ends August 10th at 12:00am.

Authors Note: This giveaway has ended.

15 Things God Won't Ask

God won’t ask what kind of car you drove, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.

God won’t ask the square footage of your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

God won’t ask about the fancy clothes you had in your closet, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.

God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed.

God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.

God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.

God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.

God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.

God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.

God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.

God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.

God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.

God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.

God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.

God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t

~Author Unknown

Wow. Doesn't that make you think?

Writing on the Weekends

I decided to do this Writing on the Weekends activity. Jessica, from Literary Pursuits, came up with this.

This weeks writing prompt is the word Lost.

It seems like a lot of fun. Here is goes.

Lost.

I strain against all the odds
trying to form
a map in my mind

Did I pass this fallen
mossy log
or take a right through
the shimmering creek?

I disagree with what I think
forming an argument in my mind
yes...no...yes...hmm...
it goes on and on

Footprints lead away
and so I follow
thinking that this is my trail

I wander and soon I am back
to no place at all

a weeping figure
shrouded by the leaves of a willow
raising my faint head
I whisper
"Where am I?"

I know it can't be,
no, I won't admit it.
Like a cat hunting it's prey
the unwelcomed thought seeps in...

I'm lost.


Hope you enjoy!

Klutzyness

Arianna, the author of Random Thoughts published a funny post about her being klutzy!

Haha! Her post made me laugh. I am also a klutz! I run into walls, trip on my shoes, while I am wearing them...And many other things. When my mom read the post she said "Hey, sounds just like you." I am not very graceful...

I have a few stories to share. I have always been klutzy but it got worse a few years ago. It doesn't help that 2 of my 3 friends that I hang out with a lot are very klutzy too. We are not a good combo. Luckily one of us is very graceful. But then she *is* a dancer.

One time during this town activity I had an embarrassing fall. We were standing in a circle talking next to a flower garden with a brick border. One of my friends moved closer to me. So I scooted over...and tripped over the bricks right onto a bush! Oh it hurt! And I was surrounded by like a million people...ok so I am exaggerating a bit it was more like a hundred or so.

But that same day one of my friends had an even bigger trip! Right in the cross walk! He was saying how his town is better and our town is lame and Bam! He tripped on nothing! We all had a good laugh over that. Especially since we were in the town he was dissing. (All in fun of course;)

I have had many other klutzy moments and I know there will be more to come!

I appreciated the laughs!

If you are a klutz or have any klutzy moments I would love to hear your stories! Just leave a comment. =)