Some Things Never Fade

It can be difficult to decide what I should post next. Out of the thousands of pictures taken over the year, the countless poems and thoughts, new and old…what should go here? I’ve been writing since Elementary. I’ve been taking photos since I ventured on into the World. I have had a lot of ups and downs, and even downer. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just write something on the spot, despite all my reserves. With all that to choose from, and all that I am still adding to my collection of works, I’m sure I could post every day. However, there is much else to be done. I do my best to stick to my Wednesday schedule, and I would like to apologize that I do not post at the same time every time. Next week, I may be posting on Monday. I have a surgery on Tuesday and I don’t know when, or if, I will be able to post again. For now, this is what I chose. I wrote it not, too, many days ago, with a friend I lost in mind. I miss him dearly and just want him to know that I am always here for him…even if it comes to be only in spirit.

Two hearts that once united, one can never let go.

Two souls that parted, one wishing for more.

A heart and soul that need you so, wanting your return.

But, oh, the stubborn one, whom believes it just isn’t so.

How could I not want the one who gave me life, the one who helped me smile?

How could I not want my best friend back, when a best friend is all my life is missing?

Two hearts that once united, two souls that once parted, can always be reunited.

The Travellothoner

Passing through Canada, 2008

I wrote this in honor of my favorite blogger. In it, I reference a lot of his poems by title or I by quoting his work. If you enjoy my poems, I am sure you will enjoy his, I know I do. Give him a follow at thetravellothoner.wordpress.com to read about his travels, health, fitness, and poems.

Because you speak to me, I’ll speak to you.

I am the ‘Girl Who Thinks She’s Not Good Enough’.

You are right…’Failure’ doesn’t change me. And, “What’s done is done”, but it is so hard to move on.

I don’t like to abandon a soul, for I am the ‘Pure Heart’ you speak of.

I, too, “treasure friendship”, and your words have helped me so.

I am far from “normal”, but a “fighter”. “Fractured and hurt” as you describe.

Pass me a “shovel”, let me “dig inside” all of my “rubble”. Stubborn and all, I am ‘She’.

“You are my go-to” blogger, for ‘Eternity & Beyond’. Your writing is “perfect for me”.

I can sit here all day, referencing your words. “I hope this doesn’t seem too creepy”.

As I, too, have ‘The Wish’, it’s as the words were read from my mind…even down to the “hugs and kisses” ‘The New Year’ brought.

I may just be your ‘Kind Of Woman’. That is how oddly coincidental you speak to me.

In a funny way, you may be my ‘New Friend’. Even if I am not into fitness, with our poems we can relate.

This “little bird, learning to take flight” is also a ‘Grateful’ flower.

And, as I am ‘Sun Bound’, these words might be worth ‘The Wait’, like ‘A Drop Of Life’ in ‘The Rain’.

So, tell this ‘Unsung Hero’ ‘A Story’, whether ‘It Pains Me’ or not. For, I wish to keep seeing your ‘Many Masks’.

I cannot wait to continue to travel with you, this journey of words online. I am forever your fan.

“I can assure you that I am being sincere, when I say that I’ll always be near.” Ready to read whatever comes next…so, type on my friend!

My First Breath

Being a mother and an aunt are the most rewarding titles I have.

When I started my blog, I started it with a poem I wrote for one of my nephews. Today, I dedicate this birthday poem to all of my nieces and nephews, but I have wrote it for the birthday boy, another of my nephews. In it, his name. Happy Birthday, Babys! (This is not a spelling error: it is what I call them individually and as a whole)

My First Breath

A simple heart that touched my soul…

Nephews and nieces are the breath that first gave me life.

To know my smile, is to know them.

Hours of pain wiped away with one moment with them.

On this day, one celebrates his birth.

Nothing more to say, except: I am who I am, thanks to…

YOU!

Alone in The Dark?

Hospital in Iraq
Dedicated to a friend in need.

Loneliness is but a void that cannot be filled. Surrounded by many, but never fulfilled. Alone in your thoughts; alone in your heart.

When you feel lonely, it is not the absence that drowns you, but the presence that cannot satisfy you.

Maybe, you’re misunderstood. Maybe, you’re different. Perhaps, you simply can’t be pleased, because no one knows what you need. Perhaps, nobody really knows you. Whatever the case, you are left standing alone. You may feel forgotten; you may feel uncared for, or not wanted. Even if you aren’t alone, you feel it so.

You seek what you need, looking forward and back in time, for any glimpse of company. You can’t see it in the present, it was never in the past, but the future may not be any brighter.

The company you wish for, may never be found…unless, you set your sights within.

So, be your own best friend; give yourself the love you crave; praise your own accomplishments. And, when you feel lonely, remember that loneliness is temporary. It might come and go. It might seem to linger forever. It may even be killing you. But, it won’t last.

If none of these words are enough to get you through…there is always someone out there. An angel, a hero (whatever you call it), that can fill that dark hole inside you. If you ever forget who that is, remember those whom truly love you. If you can’t think of any…

I am always here!

Missing

This is my old dog, that I lost so long ago. Figured this was the perfect picture to share for the following poem.

For those missing in your life, whether they have passed away or are still out there…somewhere.

How I count the days until the moment you are in my life again.

You left me without warning, I didn’t even get to say goodbye. Gone but not forgotten. Awaiting until I die.

In this life, in the next, or in eternal life…I shall share a laugh with you again.

The Creek

Upon the creek I came and wept, as those whom have before me, for the people who bring both joy and pain since the day they come into our lives.

We gladly give our hearts and souls to watch them grow, and would give our life in exchange for their’s; for nothing is more important than the people we carry inside.

I shed my tears into this creek, tears of sorrow and of joy; and add to it the love that keeps these waters, the waters of a mother’s soul.

(Dedicated to the people we love so.)

Happy Mother’s Day!

For the Love of a Seabee

No matter how far the waves carry you, no matter where the sea may take you, I will always be with you. My love, my guidance, and my prayers will be carried by the winds. Whenever you need a gentle touch of comfort, let the sea breeze touch you and the ocean waters soothe you, there I’ll be.

May the sands beneath your feet always be warm, that you may walk your path in peace. May the seas be plentiful with life, that you may always have food, friends, and love to sustain you. May your ship be strong enough to withstand any storm, that nothing is allowed to sink you. May your swim be swift and strong, that you never drown in any sorrows. And, may you always sail home safely to those who await your every return with open arms.

As you sail through life, watch every sunrise with new hope; every sunset, be grateful; and remember to capture every moment in your mind, and in your heart; then, bring back the stories for us to share.

Now, venture onto the wild seas of life…

Pave your own ways to victory!

This poem was written for my nephew, who joined the Navy and became a Seabee. I thought it would be fitting to start The Rebel Bee with a poem…from a Bee to a Seabee.