And So, I Closed the Door…..

Long ago, I loved a boy

Our love was the stuff of dreams.

He loved me, too, and told me so,

Every minute, or so it seems.

Our parents did not approve,

They wanted us to be apart.

His parents sent him away to school, 

And broke my teenage heart.

He wrote for awhile, faithfully

And then he wrote no more.

I had to think he didn’t love me,

And so I closed the door.

I cleaned out the attic and found a box

Full of unopened letters from him.

Mailed to me, at least twice a week

Hidden away in the attic dim.

Romeo and Juliette

Was no more of a tragedy

Than keeping his love letters

From ever coming to me.

Denied the knowledge of his loving words

I thought he had forgotten me.

I moved on to other loves

And thought it was meant to be.

Why did these precious letters

Show up long after my teenage years?

Where were they when we were in love

And why do they bring me tears?

A love that was lost is precious

It grows inside my mind

Out of proportion to reality

Into something undefined.

Was it really so wonderful?

Could he have been my one true love?

Did we possess something special?

Was it like a hand in a glove?

I thought that I would never know

Until the doorbell rang;

I opened the door, there he stood

Suddenly, my heart sang.

He looked at me with loving eyes

He smiled from ear to ear.

I came to ask your parents

Where I might find you, Dear.

Just then a curly-headed little boy

Looked up at him and said “hi”

Yes, my love, this is my son,

Our time together has passed us by.

Still smiling faintly, he looked at me

I could feel my poor heart melt

For walking away, down the front steps

Was the greatest love I ever felt.

Once and A While...

Once in awhile, something happens,
Someone comes into your life.
You see him with different eyes,
Eyes you have ever used before.

Colors are brighter, lights are lighter
Everything around you has an aura.
Nothing is as it once was
All is old, but new again.

Rain is refreshing, sunlight is brighter
Grass is greener, its smell: sweeter.
Things that bothered you before
Are now really quite tolerable.

Things that merely made you happy
Now make you incredibly joyful.
Have you changed yourself?

Or did his presence change you?
Or has the truth just awakened
Your sleeping heart?

Does it matter what happens next?
Or can you be content with today’s joy?

Can you be who you really are,
Once you see who he really is?

Do you need to see the future?
Or can you be content with today?

Spring….

Winter’s pale, dark days have given way

To the joys of Spring, once again.

Frigid Arctic cold has retreated

Now blustery winds blow puffy clouds around.

Melting snows provide the thirsty ground

With nourishment.

Flowers bloom, against all odds.

Events that caused such discomfort

Give way to things that now delight.

Dark, shivering cold reluctantly gives way

To golden sunshine and all things bright.

Renewed, refreshed, revitalized, reborn

From Winter’s death, we have arisen,

To walk along the garden path,

Taking time to smell the roses

As we pass by.

Life is full of seasons, too…

Just like each calendar year.

As one time gives way to another,

We look back at memories made,

And ahead with a heart full of hope.

Stay, my friends, on the garden path,

Don’t give in to the slippery slope.

Some say we should heed Nature’s call.

Why I Write Poetry.......

Taking little snippets of time,
Stolen moments, spent together.
Too nice a day to spend inside
Still, I have to ignore the weather.

The thought occurs, spinning round
Inside my head, so fuzzy at times.
I think of phrases fleetingly
Or words come to me in simple rhymes.

My head is full, my heart is pounding
I hear the words, spelling out the thought
And try to capture it before it goes
On the screen appears what I have wrought.

Rhyming words, so simplistically
Brings to me such lasting joy
Rhyming one word with another
Using all that are in my employ.

Putting words in sing-song phrases,
I could do it all the live long day.
Making rhymes and singing songs,
I like to do it because I like to play!

Life Goes In A Circular Fashion

I came into this world, conceived in love, and welcomed by adoring parents. I grew up in love and then fell in love, and the circle of life continued. I often wonder what my purpose is on this earth: I give to others of the abundant love that was given to me. I rejoice in the sunshine and smell the flowers along the way.

Where am I going? What is it that I am supposed to be doing?

Sometimes, I think I know; most times, I know I do not. I do believe that it is not the destination that matters: it is the journey. I have had an interesting journey, perhaps an enviable journey.

I have suffered with others, and I have learned and grown as a person. I believe that it is not the triumphs that make us better people, it is the tragedies……I have learned a lot from my own successes; I have learned much, much more from my failures. I have learned to accept compliments and, more importantly, I have learned to deal with disappointments.

I am still learning……..

Life goes on in circular fashion, each morning wakes anew
With sun and clouds and crisp air, grass covered with dew.

I wake in anticipation of the day’s unfolding possibilities,
Yesterday, today and tomorrow have many similarities

Yet each is an entity unto itself and different from the rest
Each day brings new challenges, and surprises, at best

To keep us ever delighted with the dawning of the new day
And help us see what joy we bring, to each other, I pray.

High noon brings the golden rays of the sun overhead
Warming me, or bringing the rain clouds instead.

The day is half over, half spent and half left to go
How will I get from here to there, I really do not know.

Looking both ways, before I cross the street at midday
Morning is gone; afternoon is here, heading toward the evening way.

Assessing quickly the day’s events, what have I left to do?
Oh yes, I will hurry home, and spend some time with you!

And as the sun sets slowly, off in the western sky
Someone new is born, and someone else must die.

And the circle of life remains unbroken, from birth to death again
And none of us knows where, and none of us knows when

Our circle will be completed, and our journey will be over
May mine end in sunshine, lying peacefully in the clover.

On the wings of alabaster angels, whose company I keep
May I be taken gently, to my everlasting sleep.