Friday Flora & Fun

In my last post, I mentioned that I’ve always loved taking photos. So I’m sharing some flowers for your Friday, though they are amateur. Currently, my only camera is my iPhone, which isn’t the best, but it works for me and is easy! 🙂 Along with the flora, I’ll add a little rhyming fun for this day and I hope you enjoy!

Today is great
for happy dancing and
jolly singing, too – ♫
not only for a Friday,
any day will surely do!

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new blooms

pure beauty

poppies in the sunlight

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bee and sunflower

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Wishing you all a Fabulous Friday
and thanks for stopping by! ♥

Precious Time Together

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Can we help in the kitchen?
Can we watch you cook?
I’d rather do this myself
then I stop and look
at the innocent faces

so eager to learn
selfish, no more,
it’s now their turn
Clothes will get dirty

dust will appear
chores never ending
that much is clear
So I say to them,

I’ll play and read books
I’ll teach you to be
great little cooks
For as you grow
and think of your Mother
Just know my love for you
is like no other

Lauren Scott © 1999

I wrote this years ago when my children were little
and spending time with them was far more important
than getting things done around the house.

I hope you’re leaving here with a smile and 
I appreciate your visit. Have a wonderful weekend! 

You don’t even know me…

hands

You avoid me and throw glares
your words hurt like a knife
There is more to you and me
than simply black and white

What are you against?
Is it my race?
My skin’s a different shade than yours,
what difference does it make?

Is it the style of my hair?
My mind is trying to guess.
Why must we stay at war,
don’t you like the way I dress?

Why should you care 
who I give my heart to?
Through this barrier, there
needs to be a break through

You don’t know me
You see only my shell
I smile and cry just like you
I’m tired of living in this hell

Our heart’s rhythm is the same
but I can’t make you understand
You turn a deaf ear while
your hate holds the upper hand

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google

(I wrote this years ago, but have now revised it.
It’s sad to think the issues of discrimination
still exist, but I will continue to pray
that someday, we will all live together in peace.
If, for some reason, we don’t agree, then at least,
we can “agree to disagree” without violence.)

Why Worry?

worried smiley face

What good does it do
except hang around
like super glue
causing nothing but
jitters in the belly
upsetting the gut

Your head’s a tornado
spinning
up a storm
Confusion
Concern
Anxiety
aren’t the norm

Emotions pour out
with implacable power
Oh, how you wish
the tempest would cower

What good does it do
besides make us blue?

Lauren Scott © 2014
Photo: Google Images

By writing this doesn’t mean I never worry,
in fact, it seems there is more reason for it, lately.
But I think we all know it does no good.
So here’s to moving forward with Hope,
Faith and Optimism. 🙂
Thanks so much for stopping by
and have a wonderful day! ♥

Language

I unlocked the cabinet
so your words could fall out
It’s not that I didn’t hear them
I was afraid to see 
their meaning in your eyes
Who is the wise one?
Just as a butterfly is free
it’s your turn to fly and
no matter the language
you speak

I’ll still wonder why
our paths couldn’t align
Maybe my love
was too strong
and I pushed too hard
Could it be?

It’ll take time for my
emotions to settle
like dust on the shelf
until then
my sobbing will continue
to puncture the silence

 Lauren Scott © 2014

Crossing Bridges

I’ve posted about the Golden Gate Bridge before, 
but I felt like a second time would be okay.
San Francisco is practically in our back yard
and regardless of how many times I’ve crossed this bridge,
I’m always in awe of it’s glory! 
I hope you enjoy again, if you’ve already seen my post from last July. 🙂

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Burnt orange marvel
stretches to the sky
with arms of strength

Standing proud,
as tourists bike
and walk by its side

Boats glide below,
a rainbow of sails
parade on the bay

Ocean glistens
in all its glory
fog stays away

An awesome sight
to appreciate,
Our Glorious Golden Gate

Super structure walking under the bridgesuper structure below

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aerial view – Google images

Lauren Scott © 2014
(an old poem revised)
Have a Thrilling Thursday! ♥

A Tribute to All Moms ♥

Mother's Day Roses from Matthew 2014

Making everything perfect with her loving care
she’s an unselfish soul and always “there”
Under her wing is abundant warmth and comfort
she shelters with grace to avoid any hurt
Like a rose, her beauty shines forever
unlike its lifespan, her love never withers
She exemplifies a rainbow, beauty of many colors
bold for self confidence, pastel for helping others
She cares for people, before putting herself first
her heart’s full of kindness, joyfully eager to burst
With a butterfly’s elegance, she floats from task to task
her smile continues from early dawn to dusk
She’s a daughter, sister, lover and friend
a gentle spirit and shoulder unto the end
She’s an angel on earth; her spirit is divine
she’s a lovely blessing and truly one of a kind

Lauren Scott © 2012
Sharing an oldie,
wishing all you wonderful Moms

a special day filled with relaxation
or whatever your heart desires.
And to my Mom watching over us,
it’s been 2 years, but you’re in

our thoughts and hearts,
not only on this day,
but everyday. 

Happy Mother’s Day! 
Love and Hugs, Lauren ♥

A Taste of Bittersweet

The clock turned a deaf ear
to my desperate pleading, for
its hands have moved forward
rapidly and no matter where
our time is spent, the elephant
is in the room.

You whispered reasons for
leaving, but my vision was
clouded by the love in your eyes
and the romance in your touch.
I gave them little thought.
Now they clutter my dreams
and my heart is heavy.

I cannot bear to lose a part of
me; to watch you walk into the
future without my shadow.
You are my lift to each day in
dawn’s early light and my calm
when the sun sets for a night of rest.

Will our love bear the strength
to connect our paths, never-ending?
Or will this truly mean good-bye
with our souls needing mending?

Lauren Scott © 2014
(fiction)