Monday, June 25, 2007
Marching On . . .
Wow! Time has definitely been marching on and I have not been to this keyboard in ages. Much is rolling around in my head, but nothing has made its way to any written form. That must change.
But for today, I will post a poem I wrote earlier this year. It is a tribute to the women who have made me possible - great grandmothers, grandmothers, and my mom.
Weaving Me
She was red hair flowing as on horseback she raced the locomotive.
She was ball gowns and costume jewelry.
She was the song, “Chantilly Lace”
And painted nails.
She was beautiful.
She was black braids as she rode through grass tall as her pony.
She was the wedding picture and a mother.
She was men’s work clothes
And a six holster.
She was beautiful.
She was independent and strong as she journeyed purposefully through life.
She was bowling and bingo
And cornbread dressing with sage.
She was shorts and painted nails.
She was beautiful.
She is quiet and accepting as life flows around her.
She is country music and classic western TV
And apricot fried pies.
She is weathered and aging.
She is beautiful.
She is wisdom and encouragement.
She is roller coasters and travel and books.
She is the wind that allows dreams to soar.
She is the scent of the tropics and painted nails.
She is beautiful.
simple faith
Wow! Time has definitely been marching on and I have not been to this keyboard in ages. Much is rolling around in my head, but nothing has made its way to any written form. That must change.
But for today, I will post a poem I wrote earlier this year. It is a tribute to the women who have made me possible - great grandmothers, grandmothers, and my mom.
Weaving Me
She was red hair flowing as on horseback she raced the locomotive.
She was ball gowns and costume jewelry.
She was the song, “Chantilly Lace”
And painted nails.
She was beautiful.
She was black braids as she rode through grass tall as her pony.
She was the wedding picture and a mother.
She was men’s work clothes
And a six holster.
She was beautiful.
She was independent and strong as she journeyed purposefully through life.
She was bowling and bingo
And cornbread dressing with sage.
She was shorts and painted nails.
She was beautiful.
She is quiet and accepting as life flows around her.
She is country music and classic western TV
And apricot fried pies.
She is weathered and aging.
She is beautiful.
She is wisdom and encouragement.
She is roller coasters and travel and books.
She is the wind that allows dreams to soar.
She is the scent of the tropics and painted nails.
She is beautiful.
simple faith
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