The Old Afghan (with audio)

Each purl stitch was interlaced
with love from the touch
of her gentle hands.
She, the teacher,
me, the student,
as our bodies
sank into the big sofa
checkered in a
seventy’s palette.

For a new teen,
my love for her
went unmeasured.
Now, fully immersed
in motherhood
after three decades,
the mom role is
clear as plate glass,
how heart and mind
require flexibility
,
the juggling
of many hats.

Her wisdom mingles
with my thoughts
so often that I whisper,
“I get it, Mom.”
Teardrops of love
struggle for freedom,
grief clutches at my heart.

Autumn browns, reds,
yellows, and oranges
from that afghan
warmed memories
over the years,
but at some point,
my novice knitwork
must have slipped a stitch
because those warm shades
unraveled through the seasons,
crafting a hole in the center

that mirrors the chasm in my heart
from missing her.

Lauren Scott (c) 💗

Blue Sky

 

blue_sky-wide

My eyes are open now

and they see life’s pattern

has changed

I’m sorry I stayed in the sand

forever, it seemed

but the truth is clear as can be

in my lovely blue sky

and I will move on

because I’m ready to fly

 

 

(Poem is fiction in the present,
but true from the past)

Lauren Scott © 2013

Photo: Google images

Longing

My mind won’t rest
with you in my dreams
and the breeze outside
my window
singing a wistful tune
under the spell
of the moon
and when I wake
at dawn
you rise with the sun
you’re in everything
I do
and all that’s been
done in my day
Oh, how I’m missing you

LScott © 2013

Recording of “I Loved You”

Hello Everyone,

I’m stepping out of my comfort zone, so please be nice! 🙂
My voice sounds different to me recorded,
but I thought this would be something fun to try…
This poem is from January, when I returned
after taking a break for a few months.
Many of you have already read it,
but I hope you enjoy this audio version, as well.

Original blog post: http://lscotthoughts.com/2013/01/07/i-loved-you/