Carried Away

These are difficult days.  So many questions, so much confusion, so many tears.  Yesterday’s rain reminded me that we have hope.  And though there are more hard days ahead, we cannot give up. We must come together, lift each other up, and continue on…one step and a time. ❤

Raindrops teased
All morning long
Falling a few
At a time
With quiet
Barely enough
To dampen my hair
By late afternoon
The sky grew dark-
No longer playing
Their little game,
The frightened raindrops
Huddled together
Creating steady streams
Flowing down from
Cloud to ground-
Proving there is
Strength in numbers,
The brave raindrops
Transformed themselves
Into a wall of water
Like a transparent curtain
Hanging from the sky-
Suddenly, the curtain fell
No longer flowing
From cloud to sky
Now a blanket of water
Flowing downward
Across the landscape
Carrying away
All the sorrows
Of the day-
And the sun began to shine.

“Have You Ever Seen the Rain”             Kelley Morris, piano

Someone told me long ago
There’s a calm before the storm
I know, it’s been comin’ for some time
When it’s over, so they say
It’ll rain another day
I know, shinin’ down like water
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
Comin’ down on a sunny day
Creedence Clearwater Revival

Chosen With Care

If only I could
Hear my words
Before sending
Them out into
The atmosphere-
If only I could
Let them hang
In the air for
A few moments
Before anyone hears-
If only the vowels
And consonants
Exclamation points
And question marks
Returned to my ears-
An opportunity
For restoration
As I suck them back in
Through my lungs
And into my heart-
Filtering out any
Selfish thoughts
Removing any
Hateful words-
Allowing them to
Be transformed
Into words of
Hope and love
Before their escape-
If only I could
Hear my words,
Would they
Be chosen
With care?

Lasting Legacy

The sun is setting
Out of sight
Out of mind
A cool breeze
Touches my face
As a stroll down
An empty sidewalk
Eases tensions
Allowing a few
Moments of peace
Turning the corner
A stifling reminder
The air no longer cool
Power left behind
By a forgotten sun
Western facing
Redbrick walls
Radiating heat
Received earlier
In the day
Stored for later use
A lasting legacy-
Remarkable strength
Revealed in
What is left behind

Sacred Space

Sacred space
Sunrise to sunset
Precious hours
Waiting to be filled

Pleading with us-
Accept the love
That wraps us up
In great affection

Powerful love
Eclipsing both
Light of day and
Dark of night

Pleading with us-
Avoid judgmental
Questions leading
To a critical spirit

Avoid bitterness
That bleeds into
Treasured time
Set aside for rest

Sacred space
Sunrise to sunset
Precious hours
To love and be loved

Sunrise, Sunset from Fiddler on the Roof

Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness,
And tears


I follow a local news photojournalist, Mike Simons, on various social media platforms. He has a way of capturing events in our city and surrounding areas that show humanity. Photographs that react and respond to current happenings without sensationalism.

One such photo recently caught my attention. The subject was a local minister known for his consistent peaceful protests for civil rights. On this particular day, the minister encountered a man asking for water. The man appeared to be homeless.

The minister’s response, captured in this photo, pierced my heart. I cannot get it out of my mind. The man requesting water, sitting on the ground, was met with unconditional love. The minister not only gave him water, but he also stooped down, washed the man’s feet, and provided him with clean socks and shoes.

I have not had any interaction so dramatic as this one. Maybe that is why my heart cannot let it go. But I did recently have an interaction with a homeless man. Telling the whole story at this time does not seem appropriate. I did, however, write a poem to express my thoughts. Maybe I will write more later…

He Has a Name

Sad, empty face
Eyes distrusting
And suspicious
Beaten down
Shoulders slumped
No home-no
Place to rest
How? Why?
What series of
Events lead him
To this place?
Someone’s dad?
Someone’s son?
An undeniable fact
He likes BBQ
Sandwiches from QT
And Monster drinks-
That is all I know
Except that
He is a person
And just like me
He has a soul
Inside that shell
And just like me
He has a name-
His name is Sam

Old Friends

The rain stopped
Some drops lingered
In the rich soil
Beneath the tree-
Resting after the
Long journey
On the tip
Of a pine needle,
One drop called out
Or perhaps, up
To its dear friend,

It’s your turn!
I’m waiting!
Send your rays
My way-So that
We may have
A moment of fun
Can’t you see?
We belong together
Simply shine your
Light on me
And watch the branch
Begin to glisten

The sun obliged
Sending its rays
To pierce the clouds
And touch the Raindrop
The two old friends
Danced and played
While the branch
Glistened and smiled
Soon, each went their way
But neither said goodbye
Knowing they would
Meet again another day

Pieces —

Excited to have another poem shared on The Drabble today!

By Kelley Morris Broken bodies Broken glass Broken hearts So many pieces to pick up Although they may not be my own They clearly lay in front of me Scattered across the landscape Of my city Of my state Of my country Yet, love has not disappeared It continues to weave In and out of […]

Pieces —

Blue Sky Eyes

Something about a
Bright blue sky
The color first
Catches my eye
Reminds me of
My Dad’s eyes
Bright and true
Even a cloud
Drifting by
Cannot eclipse
Their honesty
Instead, the cloud
Brings clarity
Simply by contrast
Looking up
Toward the sky
I breathe in
The fresh air
It fills my lungs
Clears my head
Looking up
At my Dad
I feel safe
And loved
Thanks to the
Light in his
Blue sky eyes

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
Blue Skies-Irving Berlin

Blue skies smilin’ at me
Nothin’ but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singin’ a song
Nothin’ but blue skies from now on

I never saw the sun shinin’ so bright
Never saw things goin’ so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you’re in love, my how they fly

Blue skies smilin’ at me
Nothin’ but blue skies do I see
Blue days all of them gone
Nothin’ but blue skies from now on

Wasted Time

Shh-be quiet
Listen closely to
The falling rain
Some might say
It’s wasted time
But that rain has
A story to tell
A fantastic tale
Of drops filling
Fluffy white clouds
Until no matter how
Hard it tries,
That fluff can no
Longer hold the weight
The clouds give up
And the raindrops
Begin their free-fall
At first, racing
To the ground
But then landing
In perfect rhythm
Life-giving music
Serenading as it
Waters the earth
Providing a drink
For the flower
Sending relief
For the dry ground
Shh-be quiet
Listen closely to
The falling rain
It’s not wasted time
By the time
It can be heard
Its story is just beginning

Rhythm of the Falling RainThe Cascades

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I’ve been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again
Oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain
Pitter patter, pitter patter

Liebster Award

I would like to thank Amittras from for nominating my blog for the Liebster Award! 🙂 He describes himself as “A thinker, wandering through life, and wondering about its intricate turns.” I look forward to reading more about his wanderings.

Rules for the Nomination

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  2. Answer the 11 questions given to you.
  3. Share 11 facts about yourself.
  4. Nominate 5-11 other bloggers.
  5. Ask your nominees 11 questions of your choice.
  6. Notify your nominees once you have uploaded your post.

Questions I was asked:

  1. What is writing/blogging to you? For me, writing is a way to express my feelings. I often describe it as therapy. It helps me deal with sometimes difficult emotions through a creative process.
  2. Define fun for you! A family get together/trip. Coffee with a friend.
  3. What is one unusual thing about you? I had a complete career change at the age of 40 from music to special education.
  4. What is the one thing that you absolutely do not like about the world? The hate and racism that still pervades much of society. 
  5. Which song do you currently have on repeat?  “Like Everyone She Knows” by James Taylor. Really-anything by James Taylor. 🙂
  6. Which is the greatest movie of all time in your opinion? That is a tough one. I’ve always loved “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The phrase “no man is a failure who has friends” always sticks with me. “Steel Magnolias” if I need a good cry. I also found “Lion” a very moving story. “Interstellar” and “Arrival” are more recent favorites.
  7. What is your personality type? You can check out your personality type at 16personalities. Mediator INFP-T
  8. How do you deal with stress? I love playing the piano. It’s the one thing that helps my brain feel calm.
  9. What keeps you motivated? The idea of growing as a person and being able to encourage/help someone else along the way.
  10. If you could change your first name, what would you call yourself? I have no idea. I’ve always loved my name.
  11. What is missing in your life? This is a hard one to answer. Anxiety sometimes causes me to struggle with contentment. Particularly in my professional life. 
  12. Are there any common traits between me and you? We both enjoy poetry and music. We both have poems published in “The Poets Symphony.” Book Release
  13. If you had the ability to talk to animals, which species would be your best friend? I think it would be the giraffe. I’ve always been fascinated with their long necks and beautiful design. They would have lots of advice on how to reach the sky.

About me

  1. I’ve been playing the piano since I was a little girl.
  2. I love being the mom of three young adults and one daughter-n-law!
  3. My husband and I recently celebrated our twenty-seventh wedding anniversary!
  4. Colorado is one of my favorite places to visit.
  5. Coffee, coffee, and more coffee!
  6. I bake the best chocolate chip cookies.
  7. But I don’t really enjoy cooking.
  8. “Les Miserables” is my favorite novel and musical.
  9. I hope to someday publish a children’s picture book.
  10. I have a miniature dachshund named Poppy.  She’s fifteen.
  11. James Taylor is my absolute, all-time favorite singer.

I nominate the following blogs:

  1. bereavedandsingledad

My questions:

  1. What/who influenced you to start a blog?
  2. Do you have a favorite song/singer/group?
  3. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?
  4. Do you play a musical instrument?
  5. What book have you read more than once?
  6. Are you a coffee drinker? 
  7. What do you most enjoy about the writing process?
  8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
  9. What hopes do you have for the future?
  10. What are your biggest concerns for the future?
  11. What else would you like people to know about you?