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Love Letter #60: The Gift

I have watched your eyes
watch mine
look into the love that lies beneath-
the failures you don’t see,
the weakness only you
look deep enough to uncover.

You feel my tears
before they ever fall,
kiss every saddened place
that aches
for that place of healing.

It is easy to love
when life is roses
without thorns,
but in storms,
petals are scattered;
knees pierced from 3:00 am
seemingly unanswered prayers.

In the middle of ache,
look to your right,
to your left
and discover the gold;
the love that lies
within the gift
of loyalty.

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Hiding Place

Grandma introduced us
as I knelt at the foot of her bed,

fingers intertwined,
eyes closed tightly;
I found a confidant
to tell my secrets to;

(the unmentionables,)

a hiding place
away from the noise ;
the abuse,

just he and I
alone in my thoughts

and books of unwritten poetry.

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I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2017 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. .. This is day 11……#Jesus

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Love Letter #56: to Fireflies

It was one year to the day he left
in the coolness of March.
I waited
for a star to fall like it had that night.
I needed another sign from God
that he was somewhere warm;
somewhere sweeter

than the wildflowers we walked through
in that same field where I sat,
waiting,

then, came something softer
than a constellation
but, as close as a whisper,
with wings.

My head in my hands,
it all came back;
the song, the lyric
of him;

the smile on the lips of his last words,
echoing like lost syllables in damp air,

but then, this flickering thing,
it multiplied, divided-
like stars,
exploding in the Heavens
and there I was
under a skyful of light

wondering how could I
have ever doubted
you.

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When Summer was More than a Season

I can almost see her
at the clothesline,
pinning up her heart

with each pair of corduroys;
each sweater sewn with love.

I bake her cookies;
add an extra teaspoon of vanilla,
another pinch of brown sugar,
but there is something missing
from the ingredients;

her kiss
upon my cheek.

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Love Letter #42: Blue

Gentle soul,
my baby boy; quiet,
quirky, standoffish,
except when I sing.
When you smile,
the skies open
and I am flooded
with a Mother’s love
for her gentle lamb.

Those brown eyes,
they bring me to tears;
sweet freckled face,
sometimes serious,
always loving, caring;
innocence envelops you,
my angel, artist, thinker
in a baseball cap;
our special gift.

You hit the ground running,
bouncing, Bubba,
silly, bundle of joy.
The sound of your voice
leaves chests beating soft,
like your thoughts,
beaming with imagination,
sweet, like your heart.

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Love Letter #41:Pink

One sunny day in July,
my eyes counted twenty digits
beaming proud Mommy;
little more than a baby, myself,
but, oh, I did love her
from the very first glance;
timid round, little brown eyes,
those tiny fingers
wrapped around mine.

It was a lovely December morning,
Another raven haired blessing
with pink blushing cheeks;
a gift, a miracle,
wrapped in a pastel blanket
fluttered away with my heart.
A flurry of butterflies, swooned
like musical notes to my ears.

Decades later,
a pretty little blossom
slender, wrapped around me,
Oh, my heart,
– -skipping beats,- –
melting like chocolate
on her face.
Graceful, ballerina;
my sweet, sunshine girl.

and just a year ago,
a tiny new blessing
sashays into this world;
a little wildflower, unique,
beautifully perfect
darling little giggling
blue-eyed angel baby,
blowing kisses

and oh, how I love them.

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