Posts Tagged With: beauty

Silver Threads

Tiny bits of tinsel tumble to the ground

I look at myself in horror and realize what I’ve found

Bits of silver and bits of grey that made my healing clear

Have taken leave of my head and headed out in fear

Two more to go – two more to go

Tiny bits of tinsel tumble from my head

I wish it not to abandon ship but stay in place instead

My wig stands by upon the shelf in hope of active duty

To make me queen of the day – perhaps a wigged beauty

Two more to go – two more to go

Tiny bits of tinsel linger where I sleep

I dream at night and hope all day – my hair that I could keep

Alas it does not seem to be in the cards this day

Instead, my hair, once more it seems will soon be gone away

But

Only

Two more to go – two more to go

Then

Again

The silver threads I may keep!

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His Eyes

His eyes open

To reveal a wonder, a question, an old soul.

His eyes open

To see family, friends, beauty.

Colour, movement, textures

Travel to his memory.

His eyes open

His sees the gifts of the day.

Through the eyes of a child

A Window on the World

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How Do I Love Thee?

I found another treasure!  This time, it is in the form of a book of poetry I gave to Mom in 1984 – for Mother’s Day (or so the inscription reads).  

Flipping through the pages I came across a poem that Mom and Dad used to quote to each other – at least the first few lines – often even through their marriage that I am familiar with the poem.  

Today – a tribute to Bill and Paula and the love they shared.  

 

How Do I Love Thee? (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

How do I love thee?  Let me count the ways.  I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight 

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. 

I love thee to the level of every day’s 

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. 

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath, 

Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death. 

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