
Memories in my mind
Question their being
Beg me to share
The brief moment
They were
Briefly and fleeting
Created with care
And lasted but
A few blinks only
Of the eternal prayer

Memories in my mind
Question their being
Beg me to share
The brief moment
They were
Briefly and fleeting
Created with care
And lasted but
A few blinks only
Of the eternal prayer

We started a game
It is not yet done
The pieces stand still
Nowhere to run
Awaiting your move
What will you do next?
I gather my strength
Deny your request
Take one step away
The game incomplete
Surrender my queen
Admit my defeat

Please don’t hurt me, I cried
I don’t want to be hurt
It’s not my style, you replied

Turbulence
Takes the calm
Shakes up what used to be
Like a whirlwind whirling
It’s way through the
World
And produces a new
Way of being:
What was is no more
And what is was never before

I was in the car with my daughter and her friend, in an area we don’t normally frequent. Actually, we were on an excursion to track down some Vietnamese-inspired cuisine to cross off an item from my husband’s bucket list. So off we went.
On our way back I spotted this wonderfully healthy looking tree spotted with apples. I couldn’t help but exclaim, look over there, can you see the apples on the tree? The two girls looked over and my daughter’s friend piped up, I’ve never seen apples on trees before. She will be eleven this year. Her comments stopped me in my thoughts. Is it really possible to be that disconnected from nature? When last did I see an apple on a tree?
Yes, all those piles of apples in our supermarket every day, the most common of fruit, they really do grow on trees.
Why do bad things happen? So bad that it is beyond conprehension. This past week I read of the poor woman who was trapped in an elevator. No one rescued her. No one cared. The situation she was in is beyond imagination.
And on Monday a sixteen year old went jogging with her mom and sister. Tokai Forest, Cape Town. We picnicked there as children. She decided to run ahead, and ended up dead. Raped and straggled and murdered.
Where is the light? Why do these things happen? I don’t understand.

Sketching you
In black and white
Drawing you
With darkened stroke
Preserving every
Memory
Until one day
One day you may
Return to me
I will wait forever
Forever for you
To add your color –
Breathe your life into
My black and white

I see you in my dreams
I hear you in my mind
I feel you in my heart
I remember the very night
You flew from the land
And from my life
I am married now
I have a beautiful boy
And a daughter who looks like you
You are a grandmother now
Your legacy to the world
Your purpose lives on
I live your lessons every day
In my heart and in my life
And all I have is one tiny message
From my heart to yours
After all this time and what has been
Your baby girl is okay
In response to Daily Post: Legacy

I played with fire
Attracted by the light
Moving closer
I could feel the heat
Taking chances
I played the game
Before I knew it
The fire burnt