Dear Grandmother

 

"Natural Woman" Digital Collage Art "Covid Creations" by Susie Clevenger

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #146

 

My debt to you, Belovèd,

Is one I cannot pay

In any coin of any realm

On any reckoning day...

~Jessie B. Rittenhouse

 

It was freedom to know you

like sky is to land

you were someone else’s garden

but still flowers within my hand

to hear your voice was bird’s song

 whispered among the trees

the echo of true moonlight

that lit the path before my feet

there is a might in yearning

that carries stars to distant lands

makes men sail across oceans

where a boy becomes a man

a woman can bear more things

 than children from within her hips

she carries and nests the home of generations

from callused knees and prayers on lips

It was freedom to know you

like open cages are to wings

you let me find my voice

and then taught me how to sing. 

The Fabric of Hope

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 123 brought to us by the utterly amazing talent Chrissa!

Also I am happy to be participating this time for the Flash 55 over at Verse Escape, hosted by the absolutely stunningly talented Joy!

Come join us everyone!

In the distance are the multitudes

Each blemished with their own scars from yesterday

Yet burned by the same light that kept them looking up

Hope is powerful

It hems together the same fabric once torn by heartache

We all hold it within our breast like a blanket

 Some keep holding on

  others let go.

Note: I guess today I am offering a bit of a sad poem.  I  tend to veer away from such realities, but I guess the sad news is, they are realities.  Having had a mother that suffered from addiction, and depression due to by-polar disorder, I saw this at a very young age.  Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the day my mother passed away back in 1972.  I spent many years holding a deep anger over i t.  Then when I became a mother, I truly grieved.  Now, I cherish the thought of her, and hope to be all the beautiful things that she truly was in this life. 

 

God's Poetry Flows in Flowers

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Wed Prompt # 2 Hanami hosted by Toni Spencer
It is a wonderful prompt, so come join us!
Also linking with Poets United for Midweek Motif ~ Writing Poetry hosted by Susan

"Happiness is to hold flowers in both hands."

~Japanese Proverb

God’s poetry flows in flowers

 touched by the barn swallow

  I can hear it in the sway

 of cherry blossom branches

that dance on a breeze

 like a ballerina in Swan Lake

their grace is more

 than a presence or movement   

they reach out and touch

the onlooker

beyond the iris

into the heart

a poem of God written upon our soul.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019