Halfway Through

Forty-eight inches,

a decade of growth,

curled into fetal comfort,

seeks the safety

of mother’s womb.

 

Smooth tender scalp

rests on her shoulder,

arms encircle her neck.

Cuddle toys can’t

fill his need

for security.

 

Radiation’s brand marks

the tomb of the enemy,

robber of joy, peace and play.

Plastic tubes pump

poison into his chest.

 

Dad is big and strong,

Mom, warm and wise,

but sarcoma sucks;

that’s just the way it is.

Conversations in the Parlor

Worn red velvet sleeps under
nodding curls of faded floral paper,
while weary hinges sag on cupboard doors.

Faded script of holy heritage
chronicles chapters of former days,
tangled roots of a sprawling family tree.

Tin types hold their secrets in silence,
refusing to refute the lies or tell the tales
of lives lived beyond the photo’s frame.

The quiet never quite slumbers,
in a room where history whispers
and yesterday sings her songs.

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Patchwork for a Princess

Delicate petals of violet blue, strewn along swirling vines,

a floral pattern on white starched cotton.

 

I see her sitting in the front pew, feet swinging;

patent leather shoes topped with white bobby socks;

freckles playing hop scotch across her nose.

 

Stripes: Shades of blue and purple,

some wide, some narrow,

rivers traveling side by side.

 

Her first sewing project was a simple apron,

She wanted ruffles. I’d said, ‘no’.

Sad little tears trickled down her face

 

Soft shimmer of lavender satin slumps

into graceful folds on the glazed tile floor.

 

An orchid tilted its haughty head,

as her wrist reached to rest on the shoulder of his tuxedo.

Did he know he was holding royalty?

 

Floral pieces frolic with childhood innocence

Amongst the stripes of her growing years.

Satin insets are sprinkled throughout

Like the silken petals of a rose, mature in its bloom.

Tender memories are embroidered within

This patchwork for a princess.

A coverlet of Mother’s Love spreads warmth

Across the bridal bed.

 

 

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Shackled

Such putrid canker, loathful Cain
Blackened heart of rotting flesh
Stench rising to his nostrils

All he is and all he is not
As husband, father, man and son
His humanity mocked from deep inside

Clear gin poured down his open throat
In futile hopes that he will drown
The laughter of his demon

Joyful mirth of innocent child
Increases depth of demon’s curse
Stands in contrast to his dungeon

(Wide eyes scream in knowing dread
braces for the blows to come
seeing  father’s twisted features)

Iron fists striking without mercy
Blindness of rage transforms man’s sight
As he fights to gain his freedom

With energy spent and chains released
Eyes turn toward blood of fallen foe

As light reveals the guiltless lamb
The laughing demon twists his knife

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Sibling Ties



Siblings, six, gathered together
support now given to the one
Baby brother, not so small
reaching a full, six feet tall

Sisters, brothers, blood to test
Offer themselves to honored quest
Eldest matron first to proffer
Fails to meet needed measure

From the distance comes next in line
Her gift of love they’ll not decline
Set her up upon the table
Next to him who’s barely stable

Broken bone and flesh torn wide
as they reach into her side
Quickly placed in brother’s womb
Her flesh that gives him life

Now she walks with kidney lone
Wide scar reminds of what is gone
He carries kidney not his own
Grateful for her sacrifice.

The story of the gift of a kidney from my sister Deb to our younger brother Ken

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Wings of Prayer

The strength and beauty of the Family of God as they carry one another’s burdens in prayer.

Heaviness lifted
Darkness dispelled
Sun shines brighter
Anxiety quelled

Sister and brother
Their burdens share
Answer comes on
Wings of prayer

God’s design
It’s perfectly fit
Within His family
As one we’re knit

Loads are lighter
Joys increased
United in Spirit—

Father is pleased

Published in: on June 25, 2009 at 3:53 pm  Leave a Comment  
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