Vertical clinging
Waiting to continue on
Silently climbing
A Haiku by LScott 2011
They leisurely stroll
down the moonlit path
Their shoulders brush
as he takes her hand
Soft to the touch
Her eyes, beguiling,
She leans into him
and catches him smiling
A serenading breeze
follows them for awhile
He’s enchanted by her presence
and her dazzling style
The path’s end draws closer
He pulls her to embrace
Her lips, breathtakingly near
He kisses her, cradling her face
Copyright 2011
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
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)
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
A lost soul
A circling whirlwind
in the atmosphere
of life
Knowing no right direction
only uncertainty
with
infinite
insecurity
Copyright 2011
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