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Stairway to Heal

Teresa-pink-rose-web In the still of the night, not a sound to be heard.

She lay in the bed like a frail little bird.

This was the night she would breath her last breath.

Her daughter by her side to hold her hand at her death.

The daughter’s love was so pure, like it was as a babe.

Now the girl wished and prayed that her mother could be saved.

But she knew God well and she knew it was mom’s time

For the end of her journey and her life was sublime.

The stairway to heaven must be paved with gold

The daughter believed this as she had been told.

A stairway filled with music and angels is what mother deserved.

The daughter thought of each moment and treasures preserved.

As mother took her last breath the daughter did weep

But tears of love and joy were those she did seek.

Time passed by and the daughter grew stronger.

Her stairway of grieving was a stairway no longer.

She met each new day with a smile on her face.

Her journey of healing at last had it’s own place.

It was a memory now, still painful and yet

She could find her joy in life again and the pain she could forget.

Home Again


Small and frail, with withered skin,

Hair of shining white with silver strands.

She watched the small birds she fed each day

and knew each one by scientific name.

The woodland creatures surrounding her home,

never missed a meal as well.

For she always fed them, but now she was ill.

Who would take care of her friends?

She missed her home, her little house on the hill.

It’s bright blue door, the big picture window,

her favorite old chair and the sunny pale yellow curtains.

She wanted to go home, but they talked about a home.

A home for elderly folks.

They talked as if she wasn’t there anymore.

And she just wanted to go home, to her hill.

A Yellow Bear’s Tale

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Just like my Winnie the Pooh, which I still have. He was purchased when I was 4. He’s now 42 years old. I love him still.

I was once not real, just stuffed,just a toy.

I was played with and shabby, not now, no more.

My girl wished hard and played with me each day.

She loved me for years and even took me to the shore.

She laughed and splashed as I watched the foamy waves .

I sat on the towel while she played.

She twirled me and hugged me. She told me she love d me.

All day at the beach we stayed.

When the day was done, she carried me home.

She became very ill and was chilled.

Her skin was on fire, and I stayed there beside her.

My love for her was deep as the sea.

She slept  most of three days, and my vigil was to stay

With the little girl who loved me most in the world.

When she awoke, I was filled with glee, as any yellow bear would be

Suddenly a tear, I felt running down my cheek.

I was real from that day forward, a blessing from above,

All because my girl had a wish and great love.


Distressed Mom!

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She had enough that day.  Kids screaming and all wanting everything at once.

Was she every to rest or get her own time to relax?

Usually calm and gentle in nature,

She new she would take things in stride, but not today.

Something was different and the kids had gotten on her last nerve.

She counted to 20 because 10 wasn’t high enough.

She went outside to get a break.

They followed her.

She felt like a rose bush bending in a gust of wind.

They asked and asked more and more.

They fought and fought.

Finally, the snap she had been trying to avoid came.


They had finally made her snap, but she finally got her peace as they stared blankly at her, bewildered.

“I need peace.  I need quiet.  I need you to get along for the next hour.  You are all driving me crazy, so please do as I ask. Please.”

The message got through and peace was achieved.

The children did not like when mom snapped like that, so they all played together,

They remembered their love.

They remembered their manners.

They remembered they even liked each other.

There was peace in mom’s land and all was good again.

Mom took a nap and felt refreshed when she woke.

Dad reminded them all,

If mom isn’t happy, nobody’s happy.


going to class

The path was strewn with flowers on each side,

petunias, lilies and roses of every color.

She walked slowly, taking care to remember the heady fragrance.

This was the beginning.

Her new start.

Her new home.

She gathered her bags and looked back at her parents.

They were chatting about something. She would miss them.

But this was her chance, her new life away from home.

Her new chapter.

She wouldn’t turn back.

Today was the end of childhood.

The start of adulthood.  Her dream had come true, at last.

College, University. Whatever you want to call it.  She was going to be something and today was the first day of that life.


cool night time pic

Amber, gold, and bright white stars

Hang in place in the blackened sky.

The moon shines an orange hue

and peace envelops the land.

A bedtime story, a lullaby, baby is fast asleep.

Soon it will be my bedtime too,

as the world settles down for sleep.




Tears fill my eyes again, they spill over, again.

This is not how it’s supposed to be.

But it is.  It always is.

Why is the unanswered question racing through my mind.

Why is life that can be so beautiful so sad?

So sad.

No sense in this.  No sense at all, but that illness reigns supreme, again.

Life really is unfair, but we learn from it, I suppose.

That’s what they tell us.  But why all the need for sadness?

Some cheerfulness could teach us a lot too!