9 MAR 9

The ninth day of the third month
The owls chortle this final grunt
Friends shall brand a sorry heart
Nothing left, not even a spark

Tu-wit tu-woo from one end to the other
The knowing, blessed connection to Mother
A lighter, younger nightly responder
I offer my thoughts and emotions to yonder

Choices sent to the great white moon
Devotions to a better life coming soon
Circles of intentions all welled up tight
Off for a walk I must go tonight.

Dogs run at will jingling in their wind
Guardians protect and never cringe
The barriers are broken, the line is drawn
Tomorrow brings a brand new dawn

Healing Tokens

The shudder alerted me
To something no one could see
A release I hadn't expected
Goodbye to fears protected.

To mother earth I now go
And bring her objects to show
How much I desire her guidance
Through this change of existence.

Three feathers I found for me
For my kids two pine cones theyd' be
Some Cedar for my mom and pop
Corn cob for the others a prop

A chunk of wood for the last
All within the circle I craft
Tokens of my inner world I know
A new life from which will grow.

Release the fears and restrictions
Adios all the hold-backs and addictions
A new journey for us awaits
All leading to heaven's gates.

So no tears, aggression or represssion
Only open arms and love of progression
For us all to have direct connection
To our best lives we've been given direction.

Grand-Woman

Women are strong, we must be, she said
For men and children need us for Aye to Zed
But you mustn't forget what makes you happy
Because you're beautiful, sexy and lovely.

Long stockings wore for lover's attention
And proper stilettos for Samba's and tensions
Dance, dear girl, have a good time
Since life CAN be lived on only a dime.

Marriages and lovers can wreck or demise
But only if you let clouds cover your eyes
Don't ever sell yourself short to cavort
and always remember to be a good sport.

You deserve all life has to offer
Now go get it my dear,
I will always be near with a cheer.

A Lady@80

With ears sympathetic from years of life

She listens to each of us without any fiest

And holds our thoughts close and dear

Wrapped with messages honest and sincere.

My Grandma, Ms. Positive most of the time

Although I don’t often drop her line

She knows how cherished she is in my heart

That only from this world would we ever part

Goofy and Newfie we love her so

She nurtures and guides us to and fro

Life is too short she often does say

Even when the clouds are quiet and grey.

Great Grandma Di-Di lives way over there

Say the little ones while in their dinner chair

And Poppa Moe too we mustn’t forget

Bringing smiles to Gram ever since they met!

Road trips and visits and caring thoughts too

Grandma shares much with her crew.

Love and acceptance and a wild side she doles

I’m grateful to know her, a beautiful soul.

Sisters Stay With Me.

Words can hurt, words can empower
Sisters are there no matter what hour
In times of truth, in times of elation
Ready they are to support my emanation

Whispers of encouragement, statements of what is
'No matter what' promises of love and 'get down to biz'
Still I'm afraid of losing their faith and respect
In this difficult time of different beliefs I detect.

True to me, true to you; there's no other way to be
Sister support has determination, wild and free
Sometimes nutty, sometimes pithy
Always there in my vulnerability.

I thank you my sisters, your words echo loud
Even in times when I say little, and wear a shroud
For without my own knowing, I cannot share my thoughts
Please know your efforts are not forgot and mean a lot.

Dashboard Distance

Split lips and broken dreams
So hurtful it sometimes seems
Memories fill my heart with mist
Essential to appreciate so many gifts

Disappointments abound with no apology
Acceptance of a life that will no longer be
Bring in the light, the love, the forgiveness
And save us all from residual bitterness

We are who we are, and each a piece of the other
Forward we will move without any more cover
Basking in sunlight, moonlight, or by dashboard glow
Our love for each other has changed, that we know.

Today I am tired and uneasy in my freedom
Where are my markers for routine and breathe'en
My ring finger has been naked for almost a year
Pictures of our babies bring back memories that sear.

To a better place we go you and I
And with that a great big sigh
That someday again we will find what we need
Until then, separate ways is best indeed.

Chef Columba

Bolognese sauce made with turtle wine,

Homemade medalions pressed so fine,

Pricey portabellos, little suprise bursts of flavor.

Enrapt I am with your endeavour.

From different worlds but needing similar things,

We tempt vulnerability and accept our strings.

Together, we move forward, make plans in each camp

Parenting, travelling...baggages unpacked.

From jazz to humour with food, dance and song

Company we are and inspired as we go along.

Grateful for honoring, swaying in acknowledgement

Holding our space tenderly, cherishing our accompaniment.

I feel your protection; understand your concern.

Appreciate your encouragement, and respect your berm.

I welcome your love & attention in whichever form

and I send you mine without judgement or scorn.