I never was an early riser - Preferred to snooze ‘til half past nine. Until I fancied myself an exerciser And found I did not have the time.
Five AM I started to wake Sneakers on and jumping jacks. Tired out fast and needing a break Stretching it out, sweaty clothes onto racks.
The morning squats became routine And my health improved for sure But when my kids entered the scene Early days were theirs, forevermore
We found out early enough to leave you, Which was something we didn’t want to do. So confused, yet hopeful we’d make it through. Diagnosis not confirmed; yet, we knew.
How many parents make the different choice? In a different time I almost did too How many precious children lost their voice? I am so grateful that I still have you.
Long ago in a distant place Layers of space and time before now, Lived an old woman Legs shortened by her years, Longing for her companion
Lonely, in want of her love Layers of age burying the soul Lost eyes that are tired of it all Looking for him Loving him, still
Later on, after we are gone, Lengths and depths explored, Leftovers from our time, only memories Lovely, isn’t it?
Light softly filters through the weeping branches of the willow Growing flowers tilt to the rhythm of the breeze Their minute dance magnified as the wind sweeps the grasses along the bank And the pond surface ripples gently, water in tune with its air
At peace In the stillness And in the entirely graceful movements Just us smiling Just us being
Darkness and fog surrounded Charlotte, and the rest of Lake Findlay. No light was visible from the early morning sky. She didn't know if it was because of the cloudy weather or a new moon of the lunar cycle. Either way she couldn't see much past her own two feet, and in the end the reasons didn't matter to her.
Thank goodness for this weather. Charlotte was glad that visibility was low. It meant there was less of a possibility that she might get caught.
Covered by darkness she silently worked her way to the boat fastened at the end of the dock. Grateful for the mask of the pre-dawn sky, she hunched over to untie the knotted rope. The sun was dangerously close to rising, and she needed to work quickly. As Charlotte's fingers fumbled with the unfamiliar tangles she heard heavy footsteps running along the wooden boards. Although aware of company coming, she still jumped at the voice behind her.
"Drop. The. Rope." the deep, Texan accent startled Charlotte so much that she accidentally did just what it commanded.
Not turning around, Charlotte held her hands in the air. She looked down at the rope at her feet with a sly smile, as it slid gracefully into the murky lake water below.
"You're too late, Wes" Charlotte grinned. She turned slowly toward the tall, broad-shouldered man, pointing to the drifting boat as it entered the fog.
Never before had I gotten a glimpse of the beautiful beasts this close. Nothing I had tried in my previous attempts had avoided startling them so this time, I was lucky. Not one of them heard me approaching. Never again would I have another opportunity like this. No, this moment would have to last me a lifetime.
If wishes fell like rain then certainly I am a storm If hatred burned like candles then too often my flames are warm
If doubt sprouted like flowers then I’d have a wild garden If memories colored the world mine would darken
If hope shined like sunlight please send me a summer’s day If love blanketed like snow let your frost show us the way
