Grandma's Table...

Gathered around Grandma's table,

Three generations of our family.

Sharing that special meal saved

For this one annual holiday.

Gentleness borne of loving thoughts

Easy conversation shared

Stories told, laughter follows,

It seems that they are always paired.

The bounty of the harvest

Spread out upon the table,

Hopes of togetherness abound

Calling us to come if we are able.

Sharing the food we always have,

The ritual we always keep,

Sitting there afterward and talking

And wanting to lie down and sleep.

The boys go out and throw the ball,

It's a beautiful autumn day,

While Grandma washes dishes,

And puts the food away.

As the sunlight leaves us

And the evening draws nigh...

Grandma surveys the scene,

And sighs a gentle sigh....

Another holiday meal is over

A feast shared with those held dear

Gracing, again, Grandma's table...

And looking forward to next year.

Peace at last, settles in...

Grandma's table is empty now,

Only the memories of the day remain..

And the love, at this table, shared..

Life Goes On...

Comforting words,

Spoken with glee..

A spectacular sunset,

For all to see.

Laughter from the

The next room,

Chases away

Any sense of gloom.

Lives touched

No longer forlorn

Mended hearts

New joy is borne.

Gently blowing

Breezes calm..

The sun provides

A soothing balm.

Life goes on

Day by day,

Love conquers all

And is here to stay.

Your Turn to Bloom..

Open up, Bright Flower

Don't start to fade...

It's your turn to bloom

Your dues are paid.

The good times are coming

The bad times are past

It's your turn to bloom,

And be happy, at last.

Though wrongs are not righted,

And justice is not done,

It's your turn to bloom,

And have some fun.

The chores are finished,

The children are grown,

It's your turn to bloom,

Your way will be shown.

Life has moved on

You've rounded the bend,

It's your turn to bloom,

And bloom till the end.

Sweet sunset is coming,

Then the darkness before dawn,

It's your turn to bloom,

Before it's all gone.

Tap, Tap, Tap

Nimble fingers tapping the keys...

Words appear as if by magic...

On the screen in front of me...

Words that say what I am thinking.

How strange it seems, tap, tap, tap..

To spend my life forming letters..

That in turn form the words that express..

What my heart is feeling and my mind can think.

Toiling over the keys for hours, tap, tap, tap...

The sound is soothing and so rhythmic, too..

Tapping out the beat of my heart...

Relieving my mind of its burden of thought.

How can it be that I have so much to say?

Do I not have a chance to speak all day long?

Or is it just the words of my heart,

Overflowing and needing to feel the freedom of air.

Knowing that the thoughts I express

Are shared with someone of like mind...

Someone who knows my thoughts before I do...

And sees the visions that swirl in my head.

Have I been hypnotized by the tap, tap, tap?

Are the words expressed somehow possessed?

Or is it just my heart shared with my fingers...

The thoughts that only I know, and you have guessed.

Tap, tap, tap, more thoughts come to be written,

More words express more thoughts, I think....

Writing, writing for hours on end...

Bringing me ever closer to Love's brink...

Tapping, tapping so tentatively...

Hoping that you will feel the same..

My fingers stop, but there's still tapping...

Your heart is whispering my name..

Tap, tap, tap, again it starts..

The words flow freely, now more than ever.

Is it Love that makes my fingers fly?

A never endng Love that is Always and Forever?

Harvest Moon

I looked eastward, into the darkening dusk

And saw above me, in the big, dark sky..

A perfect sphere, adorned with a face

White and glowing as it rose so high.

The contrast between the dark blue sky

And the milky white of the harvest moon,

Caught me unaware, on this crisp, fall night..

Not expecting the darkness to fall so soon.

And there, so suddenly, hovering over us,

The eucalyptus trees all standing in a row..

Standing there, in awe, with me...

As the moon put on its evening show.

Rising slowly in a cloudless sky,

Meant for lovers to sit and share...

And watch, in awe as its majesty..

Blankets the earth with its gentle glare...

The harvest moon, in a crisp fall sky..

Leaves have fallen and winter's on its way,

Seasons changing once again...

And life is more barren with each new day.

Summer's gone, with its riot of colors..

Verdant green pastures give way to fall..

And soon winter's cold wind will blow,

Dead leaves buried, snow covers it all..

And above us all, on this special night..

Presiding majestically over the time of rest,

Hangs the beautiful harvest moon,

Making this time of year the best..

Sweet Child O'Mine..

Precious Little Child, Sweet Child O'Mine..

Your eyes twinkle like the stars that shine..

The inner beauty that shows in your face,

Is borne of the joy that is your grace...

Alive and living and learning so many things..

The sound of your voice gives my heart wings.

I was there for your birth, Sweet Child O'Mine,

I was there for your birth, an event so divine.

How fast you've grown, and gotten so tall,

It's hard to remember when you were just small.

You learn so quickly, and you love so well,

Beauty so bewitching, you cast a spell...

Living so sweetly, and now out of my dreams,

And into real life, so very busy, it seems.

How can I touch you, what words will you hear?

What secret password will gain me entrance to your sphere?

How lovely the light, that glows in your soul,

And when we are together, the days, so full..

Guided by love and light and life and reasons...

We relish each day, and all of the seasons.

How I cherish the memories of your sweet baby days,

Even as I watch you growing, in my loving gaze...

Taller and prettier and kind and loving as can be,

You'll always be my Baby Noelle-y to me!