Much Life

Looking back and holding on to the memories of my life. I silently pray that, I will never be without them. I am molded and fashioned after the people and events that have twisted and softly maneuvered their ways into my being. I worry as I age that my mind will be empty, void of all the colors of my past, present and future. If only my heart could take charge, it is big enough and bold enough to carry me through to eternity, as it holds everything and everyone so dear to me. My brain may fail me, my fingers may no longer move to record the events as proof that I encountered much life. But my heart will never forget. Even the broken pieces are still alive, and my veins are full of rich memories.

My First

Two wheels
giving wind to our wings
Shifting gears
giving us a new direction
One open road
giving miles of exploring
My heart racing
all the while as I hang on
.......to you

thoughts

Our words can bring healing or destruction
Beauty and charm are deceiving
Common sense out weighs being book smart
What others think about us .....does matter

A Lovely Lady

Today I drove a lady home from the hospital. A precious little lady, who calls everyone "sweetheart", soft white hair like cotton candy, and a smile as big as the sky above. She's frailing now, but the pictures on her walls are proof that once upon a time she was a beautiful sturdy young woman, with a handsome husband. Her heart is kind to the core. As I helped wrap her in a soft cotton robe, she looked at me with uncertain eyes. I touched her hand and rubbed her shoulder to reassure her that I would take good care of her. Driving away the autumn sun was dashing between tree branches and reflecting through the windows of our van. We passed a park, with a small lake and saw children playing. As I drove I could barely keep my eyes on the road. She was a dainty soul, her lips were dry, and she looked longingly out the window. She spotted some yellow and purple pansies, and commented softly on how lovely they were. I asked her if she thought it would be a good day to sit on a swing in a garden, in our wide brim hats, running our bare toes in the cool grass and sip iced tea? As she wet her parched lips with her tongue, she replied "boy wouldn't it!".

sippin iced tea

Amongst the pansies purple and yellow
in a garden filled with flowers fair
Sat two little ladies in wide brim hats
sippin iced tea

Said one to the other "I feel pretty mellow"
The other replied "I do declare!"
with grins as big as chessie cats
sippin iced tea