NOTE TO SIS

Thank you
for the person you are
for the compassion you show
for the goodness in your heart
for the part you play in my life

 For all you’ve done
the listening, the helping, the caring

 Our phone calls
can’t compare
to the chance of sharing
a lunch or a coffee
together
Wouldn’t that be better?

No matter the distance
there is no resistance
when it comes to loving you

These words are simple
Yet, honest and true
Even through
the rhythm and rhyme
I cherish the
times I’m with you

 Throughout our lives
our families have grown
Who would’ve known
we’d be so blessed
I’m at a loss for words now
You know the rest

 What else can I
possibly say or do,
except,
a simple,
I Love You!

To my two wonderful sisters.

Copyright 2011

ROCKING THROUGH LIFE – Haiku

This cute little rocking chair
was made by my Mom’s Father in June 1926.
My Mom is still living and turned 90 this year!
She rocked in it and so did my sisters and I,
their children and my children.
This photo is of my son taken 13 years ago.
We still have the rocker and it brings back precious memories~

A special rocker

made from Grandpa’s hands with love

Generational

©  LScott 2011

(My Mom passed away on February 3, 2012)

 

LUCKY FOR US

This Haiku follows my post
from November 9th.

Yesterday was our first day of coming home to an empty house.
It was tough…
it’s amazing how the routines are sorely missed…
in the morning, coming home from work and bedtime.
How she greeted us with her smile,
how she loved having her face scratched
and her belly rubbed…sigh~
We know it will get easier with time,
but for now…

didn’t know the end

was just around the corner

missing her so much

LScott 2011

Saying Good-bye to our Beloved Dog Today

Dear Fellow Bloggers,

This won’t be one of my ordinary poems.

I’m simply sharing the sad news
that our Lucky Girl passed away today.
She was a black lab mix, 10 1/2 years old
and a true canine sweetheart.

She no longer desired her normal walks or hikes
with us, as her hind legs were getting weaker.
So, we continued to give her lovin’
and made sure she was comfortable.

Ironically, she was fine last night and this morning,
before we all left for work and school.
About two hours later, our neighbors
heard her crying and checked on her.
At that point, she was lying down, unable to move.

Our neighbor stayed with her until I got home, shortly after.
He had covered her with a blanket, kept her warm and
continued petting her, consoling her
until one of her family members came home.

When I saw her, I bent down,
kissed her on her nose
and petted her.  She lifted her head,
looked at me, then put her head down.
I took her to our vet, after calling them
ahead of time, letting them know…

She passed away on the ride to the vet.

I’ve cried all day off and on and I’m not done, yet.

I’m thankful for many things:
my neighbor who took care of her until I got home
the fact that she didn’t suffer long
and, that she was able to say good-bye to
at least one of us…

We adopted her and gave her a good, loving home
for 9 years…

In return, she gave us unconditional love…

We now have a void in our hearts
and will miss her tremendously..

We love you, Lucky Girl~

Here’s a photo of her smiling at us all~

ADOLESCENCE

Always looking in the mirror

Dreaming of a beautiful face

Only seeing a sad expression

Living on the edge

Eagerly trying to fit in

Sacrificing true self

Circulating through the school scene

Ebbing emotionally

Not for long though

Control encompasses the soul

Easing into self assurance

Copyright 2011

HURTING ANGEL

For those children unable to
live in a loving environment.
May they find a reason to smile~

If only she could dream
Of rainbows and butterflies
Of a friend who never lies
Of a mommy to braid her hair
Of a daddy to simply be there
Of a world not needing disguise

If only she wouldn’t dream
In her darkened corner, where she cries
Wondering the who’s, where’s, and why’s
If the ache will stay in her forever
The pain she endures is clever
Surrounding her dismal, shadowed eyes

Love is a stranger to her life
Allowing only distress and strife
No escape illuminates the dark
Caution is kept to erase the mark
Loneliness cuts her spirit like a knife

Yet, with folded hands, she looks to the skies
And prays for warmth in the sunrise
And wishes for rainbows and butterflies

Copyright 2011