No one will ever witness a mother’s strong will
While everyone else thinks she may be weak
That’s usually then when her strength abounds
Though her temperance might sometimes appear meek.
When they’re small she monitors their every move
In control of where they go and what they do.
She is their protection in a world so big and wide
The one when they are frightened they have run to.
Then one day she awakens and the earth has shifted
They no longer need her as they had before
So a little bit at a time she has to learn to step back
The little arguments have turned into a hard cold war.
Although she may disagree with her children’s actions
She may speak up when she thinks they’re headed for a fall
They brush aside the wisdom she tries to share
As they have now erected an insurmountable wall.
Sometimes she has to construct her own wall of defense
While she prays to God to bestow His strength from above
Keeping carefully guarded boundaries between mother and wife
While ever prayerful she has to put into effect some tough love.
The pain grips her heart as she feels powerless to help
And while her heart hurts to turn the other cheek
She knows if she doesn’t she will be just another enabler
So she digs her heels in when they accuse her of being weak.
She stands beside her husband to provide a united front
Though he doesn’t seem to feel the same intensity of pain
But a mother’s love runs deeper than any ocean
And she knows that these relationships will come through the rain.
As she stands unwavering while waiting for that break in the clouds
Wondering if there will be just a glimmer of some sunlight
She has faith that the light will eventually come bursting through
While keeping the Lord’s precious promises well within her sight.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Songs that make you go back in time…
Let me catch a snippet of a catchy tune. There goes that toe tapping and in the next breath I am lost in another place in time. The songs I gravitate to are the ones that I can completely identify with. I am on the same page as the writer. This person felt something; the same something that we share because I felt it too.
I already know that I am a hopeless romantic. A complete mush for a love story with some steamy scenes in between. “Keep it clean.”
All right! But there has to be passion. There has to be that magnetic pull. That satisfying ahhhh when the handsome hero pulls the heroine into his arms and she positively melts. You have to experience this. You have to live this.
Your first kiss, your first heart pounding, and your first fluttering butterflies you will remember FOREVER. Don’t fight it because you won’t win. Just cherish the memory and remember with a smile. And I do.
“Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?” Fergie
“In my dreams I’ll always see you soar above the sky. In my heart there will always be a place for you for all my life. I’ll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you’ll be.” Faith Hill (This is one of my all time favorites)
Sometimes all we can do is move forward. That is not to say that we won’t look back. The only difference now is that I am not looking back in regret. I’m looking back with a smile and a thank you. Because like Faith Hill sings ~ “I’ll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you’ll be.”
I already know that I am a hopeless romantic. A complete mush for a love story with some steamy scenes in between. “Keep it clean.”
All right! But there has to be passion. There has to be that magnetic pull. That satisfying ahhhh when the handsome hero pulls the heroine into his arms and she positively melts. You have to experience this. You have to live this.
Your first kiss, your first heart pounding, and your first fluttering butterflies you will remember FOREVER. Don’t fight it because you won’t win. Just cherish the memory and remember with a smile. And I do.
“Fairy tales don’t always have a happy ending, do they?” Fergie
“In my dreams I’ll always see you soar above the sky. In my heart there will always be a place for you for all my life. I’ll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you’ll be.” Faith Hill (This is one of my all time favorites)
Sometimes all we can do is move forward. That is not to say that we won’t look back. The only difference now is that I am not looking back in regret. I’m looking back with a smile and a thank you. Because like Faith Hill sings ~ “I’ll keep a part of you with me and everywhere I am there you’ll be.”
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Forever Purple Flowers
Remembering a special place
It wasn’t just a phase
Memories crystal clear
Never again will I fear
The flowers were in full bloom
When our love became our doom
Even as I have searched
My heart gives a sudden lurch
I will always remember
My first love – so very tender
A crazy world wind affair
The fond memories I’ll hold dear
Separated not only by the miles
I will remember your sweet smile
God’s promise for tomorrow
Forever purple flowers
25 Years = 25 Seconds in Heaven
04-22-2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Official Teaser for Midnight Magic
“Let me get this straight.” He took in a deep breath and turned on his side so that he was gazing into her beautiful stormy eyes. “You think that things have changed because I haven’t put any moves on you.” He paused. “When I thought that you didn’t want me to put the moves on you.”
A smile graced her lips. “You make it sound…”
“Do you think that I don’t want to?”
She opened her mouth then clamped it shut. “Because that is the furthest from the truth. I have to take a cold shower every night because I am always overheating whenever I’m around you.” He pulled a careless hand through his hair although his eyes never left hers. And then he was moving closer. To his surprise as well as delight she did not back off but stood her ground. “I’m going to…”
Victoria didn’t give him time to finish that sentence as she pressed her lips to his in order to receive his kiss. At the last possible second, she closed her eyes as Nick thoroughly explored her mouth with a hunger that could no longer be contained.
A smile graced her lips. “You make it sound…”
“Do you think that I don’t want to?”
She opened her mouth then clamped it shut. “Because that is the furthest from the truth. I have to take a cold shower every night because I am always overheating whenever I’m around you.” He pulled a careless hand through his hair although his eyes never left hers. And then he was moving closer. To his surprise as well as delight she did not back off but stood her ground. “I’m going to…”
Victoria didn’t give him time to finish that sentence as she pressed her lips to his in order to receive his kiss. At the last possible second, she closed her eyes as Nick thoroughly explored her mouth with a hunger that could no longer be contained.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Fall Out
We can sit here and rehash every damned thing we ever said or done but what will that change? Not a damned thing. I’ve been searching my whole life for the answers and they simply elude me. I haven’t given up hope but I’m sitting back and taking a breather. The heart is a funny thing. One minute it can be as tough as nails and then just as quickly a sharp word can cause a gash that can actually bleed out. We are all guilty of opening our mouths without thinking of the fallout. I’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how you slice it that sometimes the truth is a bitter pill to swallow and facing it is ten times worse. My days of walking on eggshells are gone forever. Sure, I think about what I’m going to say before I say it but sometimes when someone hurts us we lash out wanting to hurt them back.
When I was in my twenties, I must have been delusional. Thirties, just getting the falling in love forever thing and the forties... Well, the forties have me rethinking everything I have ever said and everything I have ever done in my life. I think the realization hit me when I recognized the real reason I may have started writing to begin with. It makes perfect sense to some degree. I was hurting deeply when it all began and felt the need to let the pain flow from my heart to the paper, the pen being the medium from which it flowed. And I must admit it helped to some degree. It never eased the pain in my heart from losing that special someone I had loved so dearly. It had only made it more bearable. And that is the most sense that I can make out of it, almost twenty-five years after the fact.
If I ever decided to sit down and write my life story it would never make the first cut, either that or my heart may bleed out before I even hit the teenage years. Yet, I have gotten through it and know that God had always been there, always had his hand on my life, even when I had walked away from him.
In the last year or so I find that I am finally seeing people for who they are. I’m looking at how life is but a drop in the bucket while I also feel like I am running out of time. I seem to be racing against this unknown force, which I gather might be time and I feel as though I am falling so far behind.
We need to do the best with what we have. I have always been a survivor and I know I will continue to be. I also strive for bigger and better goals. Quitting is/was never an option. Sometimes you need to move on from the point that you are at. You can’t go back so you need to go on from exactly where you are. I know they say that tomorrow is another day, but sometimes tomorrow never comes. Morbid, no! Reality, yes!
So, maybe we should do the following:
Sing like no one can hear you.
Dance like no one is watching.
Laugh out loud.
Look around at God’s masterpiece in awe.
Love without conditions.
Never, go to bed angry.
Life is too short so get out there and create some new memories!
When I was in my twenties, I must have been delusional. Thirties, just getting the falling in love forever thing and the forties... Well, the forties have me rethinking everything I have ever said and everything I have ever done in my life. I think the realization hit me when I recognized the real reason I may have started writing to begin with. It makes perfect sense to some degree. I was hurting deeply when it all began and felt the need to let the pain flow from my heart to the paper, the pen being the medium from which it flowed. And I must admit it helped to some degree. It never eased the pain in my heart from losing that special someone I had loved so dearly. It had only made it more bearable. And that is the most sense that I can make out of it, almost twenty-five years after the fact.
If I ever decided to sit down and write my life story it would never make the first cut, either that or my heart may bleed out before I even hit the teenage years. Yet, I have gotten through it and know that God had always been there, always had his hand on my life, even when I had walked away from him.
In the last year or so I find that I am finally seeing people for who they are. I’m looking at how life is but a drop in the bucket while I also feel like I am running out of time. I seem to be racing against this unknown force, which I gather might be time and I feel as though I am falling so far behind.
We need to do the best with what we have. I have always been a survivor and I know I will continue to be. I also strive for bigger and better goals. Quitting is/was never an option. Sometimes you need to move on from the point that you are at. You can’t go back so you need to go on from exactly where you are. I know they say that tomorrow is another day, but sometimes tomorrow never comes. Morbid, no! Reality, yes!
So, maybe we should do the following:
Sing like no one can hear you.
Dance like no one is watching.
Laugh out loud.
Look around at God’s masterpiece in awe.
Love without conditions.
Never, go to bed angry.
Life is too short so get out there and create some new memories!
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