I guarded my feelings
Fiercely against my chest
For I knew intuitively
That it was not my place to share
Not now, not yet
Instinctively I knew
When the time had come
To allow him into my life
And at that moment
We were both ready
To open our hearts
And share our lives
I’ve made mistakes
Perhaps a few
I hold regrets
My thoughts subdued
But when I look at you
I marvel at
Your strength of spirit
Shining through
One more day
To witness blue skies
Shining from heaven above
I close my eyes
Giving thanks for those
Who fill my life with love
Miniature landmarks from Legoland San Diego. Fun day out!
Learning
Yearning
Striving
Thriving
Living
Being
With each word, I
Become
My mother never made it to fifty. She passed a few days before she turned 45. I am not there yet, but will be soon (a few short years). What would I do differently if I only had till then? I guess a big thing is, I would stop sweating the small stuff. Being discontent. Just enjoy each day. Be kinder and less self-absorbed.
And if I am spared to see fifty, I will plan a holiday. And then enjoy it!
I will not forsake
Or jeopardize
Our vows of love
Sweet union
Two candles once –
Our separate lives
Became one flame
Forevermore
There are a few things I would do differently if I could relive my youth. If only I could turn back the clock haha, okay so here’s my list:
That’s it, can’t think of anything else. Just to say I had no style back then. Not to say that I’m a style fashionista currently, but I have discovered Guess jeans and they fit quite well. I spent my early-mid twenties wishing and praying for a partner and children. My father and his then new wife invited me for dinner one evening. After we were all seated, three of us, yay, I discovered the true intention of the invite. It was suggested to me that if I wanted to find myself a husband perhaps I should spruce myself up a bit. Nothing wrong with a bit of makeup and some style. Show some cleavage baby. Yeeeha! Actually, looking back and seeing some photos of me back then, I get their point.
Anyway, after three long single years I met my husband, married within nine months, and had two children. They are now getting big and passed the ‘needing mom’ stage, now we are at the ‘can I have money please’ stage.
And I am never going to be the most ‘funky’ person, or have the largest circle of friends, but I do have my few friends, and am thankful for them. And nowadays I write a blog. And poetry. Yay for poetry!
Aqua eyes
If I wear green, my eyes are too
Hints of brown, trying to break through
Other days my eyes are blue
Window of the soul we are told
Reflecting all that we would be within
In all my anxiety and fear
Self-loathing when it does appear
I take the time, just a minute or two
To re-acquaint with those eyes of mine
I view my eyes from outside me
And start to feel some empathy
For there is a soul behind those eyes
Soul in pain at times, and agony
I want to heal, I want to pray
Be at peace, have love for company
If world be black, and only white
With solitary item in its starting hue
One request, this I plead!
Please leave my eyes, with their aqua blue
The ghost of you
Invades my thoughts
And makes me ask the question
Why?
Poems and Petals 