A Touch of Wisdom

Looking in the mirror and what do I see
many gray hairs looking back at me.

I graze real close to the eyes that are blue
trying to find that little blonde girl.

With age comes wisdom so its been said;
life experience and a pat on the head.

Begging to differ
that wisdom comes with age.

Listening carefully to my grandchildren
full of life and showing their gentle ways.

Talking with my dear daughter in law
and soaking in her wisdom with each new day.

Age is no factor as you can plainly see
a touch of God's wisdom can be found in you and me.

Tears and Rainbows

My eyes are red from the burning from tears
dripping down to my blotching clevage.

A heart that is black and blue;
beatings from loved ones.

Hands trembling with each negative word
with veins of violet popping out.

Green is the color of envy from some;
how can one live such a way?

The sun (son) yellow and beating on me
the warmth not as loving as it used to be.

Turning these tears of various colors
into a rainbow of happpiness.

A beautiful red rosebud
opening on a warm summer day.

Blue oceans and warm sand
to calm each day.

Johnny jump ups peeking through on
the banks of the yard with those violet faces
that make me smile.

Fresh green grass smells delightful
and just mowed.

And the warm sun
Coverering my tears with colors of the rainbow.

Angels Floating By

Looking for the silver lining in life,
as if it were my job to find.

Knowing all along there is a faith
that needs to be nutured from inside.

Clouds pass by as do the tital waves that roar
from loved ones that throw stones.

Rattling the panes of my heart
causing shattering and splinters.

Time heals all wounds so I have been told;
as I am patiently awaiting the Angels to float by.

Refections of Yesteryears

Reflections of yesteryears with the sweet aromas
of gram-mas perfume lingering in my mind.

Kind words and a smile that reminded me of her love
as fries potatoes and sausages cooking on the stove.

Looking back with my childhood eyes, the
thoughts running wild of a better place in time.

Believing life was wondeful with no grief or pain
numb to the suffering of my lost childhood dreams.

Sexually abused by an uncle with desires of his own;
with my mind racing with nightmares of yesteryears grows.

Looking back has a place in your today, and
looking ahead has a place in tomorrow.

But, living today is what God has given us,
so by His grace that is where I will stay for the day.