I was up before dawn this morning, me and my dog watching for all the birds to wake up, and the bunnies to hop into the yard. I started a new job Monday, so I have less time and I’ve noticed my most important time of the day is my morning quiet time. Have a sweet, gentle, and blessed day. 💕
How can I carve your name
On the trunk of this tree?
That will be here…after
I can’t even write it
With no one listening…
Not even myself
I whisper these words
It’s all I can do
Sometimes
After all these years
Look at me here
Got this love song stuck
in my throat…
The weight of the world
on my shoulders
I can’t let go
Words fail me
None of this makes sense
Except maybe to you
I try to share…
Words fail me
I hate love songs
You wonder why
Words fail me
Sometimes they do
Butterfly or Moth?
You had me chasing you, wondering
Up close I have to see
This mystery and it’s plain to me
How you captivate my eyes
With you tiny little soul
Then you flutter fly
Off to places
I’ll never really know
You leave a smile on my face
And a sweet breeze that soothes my soul
Butterfly or Moth… who knows
Paradise found among the flowers
Love found floating on the breeze
Makes me think…anything is possible
If we only believe
MichelleMarie
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~
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
This sweet little baby is outside my window in the rose bushes chirping and calling for his momma. Momma is a tough bird, she flew over to him, fed him and put her head down and pushed him and he fluttered his wings. Thus begins learning how to fly.
Being a momma isn’t easy, it’s hard to know sometimes when to push and when to let them fend for themselves, it’s a tricky thing. I wish I was more like this momma bird.
This is the second baby it’s on the outside of the bushes so it’s hard to get a good clear photo of it. I have a front row seat from my window. Something interesting, I cut my rose bushes back this year so I wouldn’t have babies, but it seems they found the one place I didn’t prune. The momma knows I’m there because she came up to my window looked right at me and made the noise she makes to warn me. 🙂 I smiled and decided to leave her to her mothering. 🙂 Happy Saturday, may it be a chipper and chirpy as mine. Ha
I dwell in the splendor of this knowing
This is my life…the life I know
Sometimes it’s hard to speak
It’s so beautiful and sometimes painful
Nevertheless in the surrender
It becomes a light to guide me
And when…
the storm clouds moved awayÂ
and the sting of the barbed memoriesÂ
began to fade
Her heart, it sang a new sweet sweet song!
MichelleMarie
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