Carried Away

 

Heart Shaped Moon 

Buried deep within my soul

we fly among the stars

on a magic carpet

where the universe is ours

we touch the constellations

blow kisses to the moon

and when our ride descends

we whisper, “I love you.”

© LScott 2013

Photo: Google Images

 

In Loving Memory of Mom for Mother’s Day ♥

I’m reblogging this from last year in memory of Mom for Mother’s Day. “We’ll miss you, Mom, but you live in our hearts everyday.” ♥

Lauren Scott, Author's avatarBaydreamer Writes ~ Lauren Scott, Author & Poet

When I think of Mom, I think pink
Cherry blossoms in the spring
I think elegance and grace
and I envision her beautiful face
Her smile would warm others for miles
When I think of Mom
I’m saddened to know
I can’t call her and hear her “hello”
but I can see her
clearly as the garden from my window
and each day she graces my memories
while my love for her grows

© LScott 2012

Mom ~ June 1921 – February 2012

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Who Knows? :)

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There’s no point to this poem
just something to do at home
passing a little time
with a few silly rhymes
you know how it goes
everyone knows
putting pen to the paper
cleaning house to the later
adding laughter and smiles
good for many miles
chatting about that
sharing coffee with Matt
  acting like a chef
cooking with Steph
always busy, not idle
running errands with Michael
I have to be true
  there’s so much to do
it’s been delightful
not frightful
simply entertaining
while ascertaining
though nothing is wrong
it’s time
to say
so long!

🙂

© LScott 2013

Photo: Google Images

Out of Our Hands

Beautiful Blooms June 2011 006

Life’s events
stun and surprise us
some lovely and wonderful
others filled with sadness

Though we search and try
with all of our might
questions remain
with no answers in sight

So we cast our burdens
Let Him carry us through
for only He knows best
in everything we do

We watch our worries
fall to the floor
and feel freedom at last
with no thoughts at war

Our minds are at ease now
a breath of fresh air
Moving forward again
In our pocket, a prayer

 Lauren Scott © 2013