Words are stuck Crawling Through the fog In my brain Thoughts swirl Bumping Into each other Vying for attention Light approaches Burning away the fog Sorting through my thoughts- Perhaps I should close My heavy eyes Lay my head back And bask in the warmth Of the Light on my face
Watching sweet Emi fall asleep is a gift. That transition from active to hungry to sleepy-we all know it well.
She doesn’t want to miss a thing!
I’ve used that phrase many times. And it’s true! Babies will sometimes work so hard to stay awake. Truthfully, we adults often do the same. Instead of listening to our tired bodies and minds, we keep pushing.
It’s ok. Lay your head back. Close your eyes. The world won’t stop spinning. 😉
Hi, Dad I could feel Myself speaking But the words Were inaudible A slight smile At my hesitation A glance toward The ground Then on to The task at hand- Placing new flowers On your headstone Peaceful purples And deep greens We miss you A bright yellow Butterfly also Fluttered by To say hello
Mom and I enjoyed a nice drive and a sunny day. Temps were cooler and there was a nice breeze. As Mom wisely said- I will never not miss him. But life continues and we must keep living.
Music is a foundational part of my life. It is there to help me celebrate. It is there when I’m sad. Whether playing or listening, its power is undeniable. Today seems like a good time to simply share. 😉❤️
Blackbird by John Lennon and Paul McCartney Kelley Morris, pianoSunshine On My Shoulders by John Denver Kelley Morris, pianoCool Change-The Little River Band Kelley Morris, piano
It was an eventful week. My yearly physical suggested the need for cholesterol medicine. Then I was rear-ended Thursday on my way home from work.
Such is life, out of our control. Well, I can do some work on the cholesterol front. But that’s not the point. The point is hope remains.
A weekend visit meant all the chicks in the nest, along with the grandbaby chick. Girls went to a concert, boys to a movie. And Gigi hung out with Emi.
The Best Medicine
Listening as you Find your voice Watching as you Learn to reach Rocking as you Fall asleep Troubles Of the day Melt away
I continue to discover the ways of grief. Sometimes expected, often not. I continue to be grateful for the writing circle space created by Ali Grimshaw. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ What a gift to get feelings down on paper and share them with loving souls.
The following poem came out of our recent circle. Maybe you can relate. ❤️
Ready to Listen
It seemed like A good idea Frantically Searching Through old Voicemails I thought I was ready To listen- The sound Of your voice Even from a Recording Would surely Bring peace Instead, it was An instant reminder Of how much I miss you- You have not been gone very long- Grief made her Presence known In the song of Falling tears And together We quietly sang A sad, yet Grateful Melody
Yesterday I smiled Watching you Flit and flutter All around So small Compared to Your surroundings So small Yet, able to Captivate the Hearts and Imagination Of those Both inside And outside Your world- Realms to which You offer a Playful grin In your daily Flitting and Fluttering Of living
On our trip, I often noticed the tiny things around us. In the water, on the sand, in the rainforest-the massive made up of the minuscule. If only I’d had a microscope!
Of course, the big picture was also captivating. Even a panoramic taken through a telescope would not do it justice. Maybe just that recognition is enough. I’m not sure. I suppose there is room for interpretation. 😉
As we were planting flowers today, my husband reminded me that I used to be a kid. In other words, it was ok to dig in the dirt. He’s right.
When I was a kid, I loved being outside. Playing kickball, basketball, riding my bike, and digging in the dirt. Only after practicing piano and violin, of course.
Well, I may not enjoy it quite as much as when I was a kid. But, the results are worth the sweat and sore muscles. Especially when we are working together.
Much of last week felt heavy. Saturday, I was thankful to spend time writing with my friend, Ali. https://flashlightbatteries.blog/ What a treat! I wrote the following poem during our time together. It seemed like the perfect choice for Simply Sunday. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️
Hold My Hand
Where were you in my yesterday? Where will you be in my tomorrow? A thought A smile A memory Today, you may Very well Hold my hand And that is A beautiful thing Even if only For a moment Sometimes A moment is All that is needed To carry us Into tomorrow- Where was I in your yesterday? Where will I be in your tomorrow?
According to the calendar, spring begins tomorrow. Well, the sun is shining this morning in my little corner of Oklahoma. But the temperature outside reads 27 degrees. Brrrr.
The daffodils in our front yard have made me smile all this past week. Each day it seemed another one had bloomed. So, this morning, I decided to walk outside and see how they were fairing in this cold snap.
They are a bit droopy. But I am hopeful that the bright sunshine will bring back their smiles. Here are a few previously shared recordings. Hoping they make you smile. 💛
Sunshine on My Shoulder by John Denver-Kelley Morris, piano
Daffodils by Kelley Morris
Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles-Kelley Morris, piano
Piano Girl 