Monthly Archives: May 2018

Stimulating the Senses

Cologne on the neck

Of the man you adore.

Perfume on the woman

You leave wanting more.

 

Rain on the grass

Just after a storm.

Brilliant new flowers,

The air silky and warm.

 

The breath on your cheeks

From a baby’s wee cough.

A delicate moment

Where nothing is off.

 

The sight of a sunrise

Just kissing the sky.

A snow covered lake

The air crisp, cold and dry.

 

The senses were meant

To be stirred and caressed,

A stimulating moment

With which you are blessed.

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Memories fade

Another Blast from my Past. It made me smile when I reread it. I hope it makes you smile and remember fondly those in your past.

 

 

When I was a child the world was my oyster and I was always shucking for pearls. I had a wonderful childhood. Unfortunately I have noticed that some of my memories are starting to fade. That is a very sad thing. But you have to understand not everything I did as a child or youth deserves to be remembered. Trust me there are quite a few things I would prefer to forget. I would if I could but I can’t so I won’t.

We have reached that time of year when we celebrate our parents. (Something we should do every day kids!) I find that I’m forgetting things. I forget the way it felt when my father used to pick me up when I fell asleep in the car. I was a small child and I would inevitably snooze in the back seat. I would be half awake when he picked me up and I can remember nuzzling against his chin. He smelled so safe, so warm. But I can’t remember how his arms felt. It was more than 50 years ago and we are not computers. Some things will fade.

As I was growing up my mother always made me my favourite meal on my birthday. It was seafood crepes with a pecan pie for dessert. I’ve forgotten what the crepes tasted like. I’ve had other crepes since but I haven’t had hers in probably 25 or 30 years. Probably haven’t thought about them in that amount of time either.

But on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day I remember. I remember them every day. And I miss them. We all have had people in our lives that we miss when they are gone.  I believe that my mother is sitting on my shoulder with a grin on her face saying: “tsk tsk tsk, do you really want that second cookie?” I can see my father out of the corner of my eye: hands in his pockets, wearing a knit vest, smiling and shaking his head “damn kids”. We were loved. I have not stopped loving my parents since I lost them. And I haven’t really lost them as they are a part of me. They made me, they helped me become the person I am today. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad. I love you.

My Calling

ink sketch

 

See the smile upon my face

I put it there for you

Now perhaps you’ll understand

The things that I must do

 

A cloudy day is all around

You fear the sun is gone

But here it is upon my face

Which from my heart it’s drawn

 

We have the power to pass it on

To change the way it’s done

Perhaps it’s just a smile you need

To feel as if you’ve won

 

But sometimes more is needed here

To change the way you feel

I will do all that I can

To help you start to heal

 

The reason I am in this place

I believe it is my calling

To help another when in need

To keep someone from falling

 

In doing so I live my life

The best that I can be

I join with others all around

To help the world to see