Four down toward forever

On this occasion of our fourth anniversary

we’ve much to celebrate

despite obstacles and adversity

our calendars share several new, significant dates

each day marked in memories

you can bet our girl’s birth is among the greats

have you counted the times you’ve had to “cheese?”

photos collected of our daily lives

until each child said,  “No more, mom. Please.”

in sickness we’ve dwellt, for health we’ve strived

laughter marks the moments

together, we’ve promised, keeping faith alive

even as we now wade through uncertain currents

our children growing up, and unfortunately, distance

someday they’ll return to appreciate parents

remembering they

re always loved, that’s an insistence

you and I, we’re blessed

soulmates returned, taking forever, we chance.

{written 3/14, as a Terza Rima example}

The rift

I stand at the shoreline
You sit, discontent in that rickety little boat
It rocks, dangerously, at your shifting weight
Rippling water currents draw you slowly out
Swiftly, you drift further into unknown waters
Receding from my vantage point
There’s no goodbye, no salutations at all
Just a distance increasing
I wade in, willing myself to swim to you
But I cannot
So I stand waste deep in the sludge
Silently willing you to paddle back
Oblivious to my mental pleading, still further the rift grows

SWF: Enough

Enough. Six letters proclaiming it’s over.
Stop the fighting, stop the whining.
There’s nothing left to see here.
Fed up, filled up to breaking.
It’s not in you to quit?
There’s no saving this here thing.
Call a truce, a cease fire.
Enough is enough, it’s over now.

six word Fridays: Reason

It stands to reason this season
there’s a little more to it
than presents, vacation time, and decorations.
Yes, fancy luminations brighten the night
and those odd shaped surprises intrigue
(bet you wonder what’s wrapped there)
But I remember a time when
Christmas included church prayers at midnight – –
When we sat in our jammies
In the soft lit sanctuary together,
an elder thanking God for all
requested, received, and even what’s denied.
I wondered then, ‘Why praise Him ?
You didn’t get what you wanted
And so-and-so got more.’
Now, I see what he had.
What was needed, what was good:
Parents, children together in God’s house,
The family, in whatever form, complete.
I miss those evenings long passed.

** inspired by “reason” for Six Word Fridays at My Memory Art

window haiku

Blue bricks surround me
if I had a window here
I’d watch life evolve

seasons shifting soon
fallen leaves covered in snow
white blanket hides all

then, I’m suspecting
the bitter cold will subside
as sprouting buds break

suddenly, color
inviting escape outside
enticing climate

heat quickly becomes
pervasive, yet so welcome
lazy freedom days

(Written while in my classroom 11/18/2014)
** inspired by Mama’s Losin’ It Writing Workshop

a place called home

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If I were Dorothy, I’d click my heels and recite “there’s no place…”
But I’m Rachelle:
homeless, wandering, in search of something…
more.
I miss knowing
who I am and what I aspired to become.
There’s no map for directions
(I probably couldn’t navigate it, anyway)
There are days when I feel like stopping,
just sitting on a plot of earth
and watching the grass grow in tufts around me.
But I’m reminded of responsibilities
created in my explorations.
I wish God spoke louder,
tersely.
Decifering codes is not my talent.
Yet, I listen.
Sometimes I even close my eyes and will answers to come.
Is silence actually the reply?
I want to hold hands with wisdom.
Grasp tight to its finger and follow where it leads.
Like a child, I crave security.
A place for me to call home.

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