Childhood is but a whisper

Childhood is but a whisper
I turned around and you are grown
part of me grew with you
part of me misses you child
part of me wants to go back
part of me wants to run
part of me wants to tell
the other parts of me
that your childhood was….it was a whisper
I’m sitting with that today
letting it sink in! 
Childhood is but a whisper

Born this night in June

Born this night in June
Wasn’t April, nor Harvest Moon
That caused me to swoon
When I saw your smile
And sweet sweet face
I knew at that moment
I had nothing to give you
But all my heart
I could count
On one hand those
I’d given complete
Endless access to my heart
I gave it gladly
It was all I had to give
Thank you for making me
Your Momma sweet baby girl
My Alexanderia, my heart
Born this night in June

Every year I tell my girl the story of her birth because it started today June 28, @ 9 am. My water broke and the fun times began and have never stopped. When I look back today over her entire life the one abiding feeling is constant and unconditional love. It changed me, because love changes everything. ~ღ~ So thankful
~ღ~Happy Birthday baby girl ~ღ~

Firefly Inspirations

Maybe it’s the twilight
Maybe June & Summer fireflies
I’ll never know why, I cannot stop
Sitting & waiting for you
First a hinted whisper like wind
Oh, it’s nothing that I did
To cause this flood of emotion
And elation that you are still here
No one knows & I’m not pretending
No spaces, no blades of separation
But me & you inspiration
I live to meet you here

It was the…Poppies

It was the Poppies

“You see sir

I wasn’t looking

for a wizard.

I don’t believe!!!

I was following

the wildflowers…

Sweet Poppies

They caught my eye

Me being shy

I followed this road

I was looking for

something real

The way he threw his voice

double entendre like

you how I like to laugh

I got a little off, but now I see

This road I have been traveling

Has made me believe

I already knew the truth

inside me, I’m funny that way.”

And when…

And when…
the storm clouds moved away 
and the sting of the barbed memories 

began to fade
Her heart, it sang a new sweet sweet song!
MichelleMarie

Midnight Butterfly

Dark is her sky sometimes
I watch her clatter around
In the castle with round walls
She makes not a sound
How I wish, oh I wish
For a little magic somewhere
Then flown through her window
A Midnight Butterfly 
so rare
The moon it was blue
It glistened the sky
Midnight Butterfly kissed her
Right on the eye
From that day on she saw
Nothing but gladness
Rainbows and sunshine
Midnight Butterflies 
are magical that way

Oh how I wish…I miss her sometimes, no…Always 🦋

Her heart needs a little hope

Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree
I noticed as I looked at each tree surrounding this land, each was moving to the invisible wind. Then something came to me about your heart, you have deferred your hope to another human being, therefore you are heart sick. Some say; put your hope in God; some say put your hope in your high self; or put your hope in the Universe but, I think it’s much much bigger than this. It doesn’t have words and I wanted you to see and feel what saw.


Out of the corner of my eye I saw my wildflowers waving at me so I went to see them. My heart was so happy when I saw them because I knew the other wildflowers are close behind…and it made me smile and have a sense of renewed hope for you. I hope you feel it too. Maybe it was my heart that needed a little hope. Probably so.

There is evidence of Spring

Everywhere I look I see petals like rain falling piling up like snow.

Flowering trees

Some I couldn’t figure out what kind of tree they are but I know I need this one in my yard 💕

Today I took a walk to see what I could see and I saw evidence of Spring. 🌸

And I thought we just got over this…


And I thought we just got over this
Something much deeper
Somewhere we feel pain
It’s not scary to me yet
I’m seeing we aren’t quiet over this
I’m not letting go but believing this
Emotions are part of settling and letting go
Pain is a deeper sense of letting go
Whether it be in the body or soul
We simply must fly…
But taking off is never simple
None of this is easy