I Celebrate Me

My baby glamour girl

I’ve put away
Little girl dreams
And little girl ways
But the world
Doesn’t stop there

I can go on
It’s okay
Wiser now
Jaded heart
Still intact

No one knows

My Jaded Girl

But I rejoice
I celebrate me
And the party
Is grand

~Sara Jane~

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Safe

I keep myself
In a box
Somewhere
Safe

Sometimes
I escape
And the wounding
Happens

I gather myself
And take inventory
Tucking me in
Again

Sigh and breath
Glance and dream
Hold and love
Safe in a box

~Sara Jane~

Words Of His Heart

As my love sits beside me
Playing his guitar
Singing and humming
My heart fills and I smile.

This gentle giant 
Stumbled upon me
And offered his shelter

As I was drowning one day.

Kissing my forehead
He took my hand
And oh so gently
Pulled me back to myself.

Words of his heart
Rained  from his mouth
Softly falling all around me
He anchored my life.

We road my storms out
He and me
He held me up
And I just held on.

My smiles are for him now
As my sun shines daily
And his lovely words
Have turned to song.

~Sara Jane~



 

Whisper Me the Words

Funny little children
Where have you been
Hiding in my mind
Running just out of reach
climbing through the memories
To dance on my keyboard now

Tap the keys with gleeful shrieks
Peer over my shoulder
Whisper me the words
Twirl and swirl
Stir the visions of my youth
Lay them here before me

Please, keep your sweet funny faces near
Remind me of your laughter and smiles
Nudge me with your tears and pain
Enthrall me with your innocence
I’ll capture your essence as best I can
Write it on paper permanantly

I’ll Always Remember

The mother we loved was full of quick conversation
History, genealogy and loads of memories.

The mother we loved respected God and all His creation
People, nature, critters, ah yes, all of these.

The mother we loved was an optimistic sensation
Lifting spirits, drying tears, everything to please.

The mother we love now has Alzhiemer’s
Meaningless jabber replaces her engaqing talk.

The mother we love is overcome with a diseases for “old timers”
She curses God, His critters and even the land they walk.

The mother we love is transformed for all times
Where there was hope, fear and doubt now stalk.

The mother we loved lives on in our hearts
We hide our tears and force the smile

The mother we loved would help us to start
Healing our wounds with memories on file.

The mother we loved will never part
“The journey to Him,” she’d say, “takes many a long mile.”

~Sara Jane~

Play Me a Song

I want to rock
I want to roll
I want to touch you
Down in your soul

 Play me a song
I’ll write you the words
We’ll give the people
Something they’ve never heard

 Sing about love
Wail about loss
Give them your mind, your body
Whatever the cost

 Tell them you love me
I’ll give you the words
Come on baby
Let’s rock this world

~Sara Jane~

My Mother’s Steps

I remember
I heard
And the sound
Echoes still in my soul.

I lay alone then
In a big tall bed
With visions of a surgeon’s shiny knife
Twisting through my head.

I was a big girl
Too big to cry
Too small to fight that fear
Within those clean white walls.

And then I heard
And though I did no see
I knew beyond a doubt
Those footsteps were coming for me.

No one else had such purpose
And I knew by the prideful clips
And the powerful clops
This walker’s destiny was me.

I no longer trembled
My fear went away.
I shall always remember my mother’s footsteps
And the sweet, sweet comfort they gave.

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