The Great Lady Blue Heron

Her sinuous neck silhouettes

against the evening sky

as she progresses with determination

towards the waters of self reflection

Her reflection silent and unmoving,

stares calmly back at her.

What does she see? – past conflicts and ruffled feathers

but bids a peaceful, and proud independence

She evaluates her state

with a contemplative mind

determines her self and spiritual worth

eliminating all distractions of earthly life

The great blue heron has flown into the sun

her choice of flight inscribed on her heart

she wings her way to her realm of election

and there finds peace within her love

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Faith Beyond The Chains

No recognition in the brown of her eyes
i miss the touch of her voiced memories
one by one they vanish leaving me with sorrow
and her with outbursts fuelled by frustration

We continue to guess what may be the cause
surmise to bring small comforts
conclusions masked with bitter hurt
but there are no winners here at all

Endless hallways tiled with failed circumstances
fallen between the cracks awaiting fulfillment
become dormant part of the crumbled plaster
given up by the deteriorating walls of hope

Heavy chained to the demon
barred from reality there is no key
the lock corroded with prescriptions of
empty promises bandaids for remaining life

 

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Dedicated to my dear mom who battled dementia for over 8 years, and went home to Glory July 5, 2017 on the wings of angels and a song by her 5 robins ❤

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Ravelled Rainbows

 

Leading up to July 5th, and here on after…
I love you mom…….

I do not just remember on this day, but every day.

When you come into this world, birthed by your mothers hard labour of love,
there is instant trust, and with each day that passes this trust of love grows to the strength of your whole being. As you grow and the world changes around you, one thing remains constant, strong and true, your mother’s love.
The love I speak of is now contained within my very being, stored up throughout the years for such a time as this
Never in all my years did I once give it a passing thought, a hint of worry, that I would not have my mother, she was always there, no matter what, when , how or when…she was always there!

Through eight years of caregiving for this generous precious soul I call mother, I can honestly say I stayed focused on her, not the what ifs…. and I have such wonderful memories, stored up from each moment spent with her.
There is too much to write, and the words continue to fail me as I dare describe what she means to me, and how I miss her touch however, I was blessed to have a peek into the very depths of her heart and soul before, between, and on the other side of that horrific disease dementia that she carried as her burden, her last struggle in this life. I can honestly say, “God bless you mom! I love you! You are alive in my heart and alongside of me through the rest of my journey here on this earth, Thank you”!

 

I feel the touch
of her warm weathered hand
her soft gentle voice
as it carries my soul,
over the years
to once upon her knee
where safe in her arms
I could weather my storms

In mind once traced
the lines of her face
etched in my heart
a canvas of love,
remembering whens
making changes along the way
revealing dreams
of her hearts hidden schemes

Ravelled edges
of hidden rainbows
remnants of joy
created through,
sunshine and tears,
In search of one memory
to take comfort in life
oh just one little memory!

Hushed melodies
once songs of faith
trickle through the
hidden corridors of loss,
beating against her armour
riveting waves that
fashion and fabricate
her very inner soul

The cool dew
caresses her toes
as she runs through
the meadows
with her loved ones
earthly battle vanishes
through her realm
of continual joy

Lovingly,
Kathy

KJS2018

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Lost Life?

The trench is deep
eroded by time through tears
every crook and curve
layered by fears

Water rushes
smoothing of
heart to stone
with each ache and hurt
feeling sadly alone

River of life
prediction just out of reach
memories lost…
relying on others
touch and grief

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The Gift (Precious Memories)

Thanking God for the gift of memory.

Through this precious gift, my heart can

still see,hear,feel,and embrace the wonderful ~ treasures of my childhood.

 

Today my heart remembered…

 

Echoes 

childhoods past

footprints

in summers 

sweet green grass

lazily walking 

through fields of wheat

feeling the touch

cool earth on my feet

 

Untroubled laughter

still winged in the air

carried away  

by bluebirds so fare

the songs ~ the carefree

rest in the clouds

released gentle rains

bring rainbows aloud

 

Splashes of dreams

still ripple in lakes

carried by driftwood

my heart it awakes

reflections in ripples

bless me in poem

through arbor of verse

softly I roam

 

Sun-kissed days

still shine through greys

stealing small doubts

vining the way

warmth of small smiles

that melt ice of fear

feeling the love

bringing memories near

 

Blessings

this season

embossed in snowflakes

a gift from my Saviour

His purpose ~ no mistakes  

chapters of life

He allows me to share

carefully chosen

gift wrapped with care

KJS©

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In loving memory of my dear “Grandma and Grandpa Peters” who brought to life so many beautiful bright rainbows in my childhood! Merry Christmas! I love and miss you both!

Catching Memories (Footprints of Christmas)

Hints of paths 

Decembers snow

my heart knows to follow

when cold winds blow

~

All but one 

too many draw near

snowflakes of memories

are melting I fear

~

Captured magic

in moments of time

try to drift over

my journey inclined

~

Traveled often

as not to hide

keeping footprints visible 

to hearts passing by

~

Untangling thoughts

of Christmas past

sharing the joys

making them last

~

With arms linked together

hearts trudge through the snow

my mother and I 

catching memories as we go

 

KJS©

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Dedicated to my loving mother ~ my friend.

Merry Christmas mom love you!

 

Sometimes these old photographs are the best! I will never forget this snowy winter, when we were snowed in! It was such an adventure for us kids! The footprints you see in this old capture are my dads. Later on my mom got my Auntie Katie to do a canvas. It still hangs on the wall today!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candy~cane Overture (Prelude to Christmas Morn)

Frosty streets 

merry children

frolic in the snow

icicles hang from stone

magical swords

that melt with warmth

tender is the heart

~

Crackling fire

glowing embers

delightful spray of light

flicker in eyes

enraptured children

with anticipation

for Christmas morn

~

Twinkling stars

ignite the sky

mystical their journey

fall with wishes

 hopes and dreams

float through streams

of the milky way

~

 Hasty goodnights

dreamy sleep tights

sugar plums and dance

collide in happy slumber

a sweet prelude

candy-cane overture

to a Merry Christmas

~

KJS©

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A Christmas To Remember

Christmas will be a Christmas to remember

Snowflakes are falling late this December

The lights on the trees are all shining bright

With little toy soldiers what a beautiful site

 

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Now Christmas will be a Christmas to remember

Family and friends all gathered together

Presents are wrapped the stockings all hung

Poems are all read and carols all sung

 

~

 

Now Christmas will be a Christmas to remember

Goodnights are said as babe’s eyes close together

They dream of sugar plums and good ole saint Nick

Wishing and hoping that morn will come quick

 

~

 

Now Christmas will be a Christmas to remember

Lovers hold tight and promise love forever

Sweet candy canes and soft mistletoe

Kisses and promises they will all know…

 

KJS©

 

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A Childs Lost Treasure (An Empty Cradle of Hope)

 

 

Old wood

made to rock

cradles 

a broken heart

~

Fashioned 

with love

from an angel 

now gone

~

Tiny hands 

sway of 

cradle

gentle wisps

~

Winds of love

 the heart shutters

unlocking panels

freeing memory

~

Beneath

layered paint

echoes 

the hammer

~

Nails

link the 

three

wooden pieces

~

Attached now

only by

memory

of the gift

~

 

KathyJSnow©

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