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We all have our "it's"...

I know
it was yours
you loved it
I know
it was taken
let it go
there’s a reason
for everything
it can’t be
replaced
but
you have
it's memories
you have
it's essence
it stays
protected
in your heart
always

Insignificant Thinking

Beware of thinking
too small
that what
you do
is insignificant
everything matters
Make it count.

So Pretty In Pink

I wrote this poem last year for Deena and wanted to share it here again for those brave pink ladies that need our support.



SO PRETTY IN PINK


She heard the doctors
Her spine stiffened
Her resolve formed
So what..?
She ties on a pink bandana
And manages her mascara
Her smile like magic in the mirror
So strong
There’s little left of her hair
But it will come in thicker
She focuses on that
So positive
Her appetite is minimal
Yet she manages family meals
Even if she can’t always cook
So diligent
There’s pain
Sometimes too much
She rarely complains
So brave
We watch her fight
Marvel at her strength
And we all know she’s
So pretty…
In pink


I know that your schedule is busy and I am thankful that you have taken the time to read this. If it moved you at all, please take one second more and click this link. It is a free and easy way to lend support. Every click helps to fund mammograms for those in need.

Hugs,
Dena

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Puppet Face

You were my friend
Or so I thought
You smiled and pretended
Then blathered with spite

Syrupy puppet face
Such perfect camouflage
Your toxic nature
So wholly disguised

Was it a planned thing?
Did you assess me and say
Hummm…I’ll use her
She has no value to me

I was beguiled
by your sincerity
your warmth
I didn’t see it

The words came back
(As they often do)
Mean and cruel
I didn’t confront you

Instead I drifted
(as friends sometimes do)
Bye puppet face
You have no value

Morning Rituals

I like our morning rituals
your crazy hair and sleepy smile
You talk softer before the day leans in
Tinkling spoon sounds fill the kitchen
Hope and ideas buoy me like warm blankets
I can surely manage anything.
I’d rather stay here
Speaking in soft tones
Than drink or eat or breathe.
I know it’s getting later…
My cup is cold and time won’t bend.
Kiss me good-bye and let me try
To make it to mid day with my spirit in tact
I know it’s not really likely
But I can cling to you
forever in the dark light of the early morning
Smiling and warm from bed
Sheet marks creased in your cheeks

From Scratch

I am starting this blog to focus on my passion for writing. It is a decision that hasn't been easy to make. I'm kind of shy about sharing my work...or I should say that I have become shy about it as I have gotten older. We tend to do that don't we? We become more concerned with the impression we make. I'm going to say it now because I think it is important to be open if I am going to do this. Some of my writing is dark. I use poetry as a quasi form of stress relief and well, sometimes it shows. It is no reflection on my spiritual beliefs or my attitude in life; quite the contrary. I believe that sometimes a pen (or keyboard) pulls out the poison.

I have been blogging for the last two years and it has taken me this long to make up my mind to do this. If you are a friend from my other blog (Swaddle Cottage) then I am glad to see you here. I'll be serving up word pies. Sometimes they are bitter, sometimes they are sweet...but I make them all myself, from scratch.

Dena