MY TREASURE BOX

Flowers and butterflies

Butterflies and flowers

I found that memories were all that I had and I clung to every single one of them. All of them were so precious to me and were completely irreplaceable. Hence this poem:

MY SPECIAL TREASURE BOX

My treasure box isn’t filled with diamonds and gold
But rather with memories and trinkets of old
A cuff link, a watch band, a tie that’s a fad
All things that remind me of the life that we had

I hide my treasure box in my own special place
Where no one can see the expressions on my face
As I kiss each trinket while heaving a sigh
Holding dear all my memories that will never die

My treasure box is not fancy nor is it of gold
But the joy that it brings me cannot even be told
It is mine, mine alone and I’ll never share
As others couldn’t understand nor would they care

I open my treasure box when I am alone
And smile at your ties, your caps, your cologne
I try on each item and inhale your essence
And soon I begin to feel your presence

My little treasure box is filled to the brim
And conjures up thoughts that aren’t really so grim
I dream of how we will meet once again
And dance on forever without knowledge of pain

MIRROR of The Soul

Mirror of the soul

Mirror of the soul

Grief is an interesting journey. As I struggled with my grief,  I found myself attempting to discover myself once again. In this poem, I am examining who I was.  I felt so different now that I was completely on my own once again.

MIRROR of the Soul

She stares in the mirror
Questioning who’s there?
Where is the girl
With the light flaxen hair?

She now sees a woman
Now gray seeming old
The light in her eyes
Has now grown cold

The pain in her heart
Reflects on her face
She yearns to be
In a very different place

Her loved one’s departed
Her life is destroyed
She sits by her window
All alone in the void

But deep down inside
Burns the fire of life
Of the flaxen haired beauty
Who was more than a wife

Her loneliness and loss
One cannot deny
But that fire will inspire her
To smile more than cry.

MOSAIC

MOSAIC

MOSAIC

After I lost my husband, I found myself struggling on a daily basis attempting to place things into perspective. In this poem, I have attempted to describe some of the feelings I had experienced when he first passed.

MOSAIC

I gather the fragments of my shattered life
Shades ranging from pale to deep blue
I trace my finger around the pieces ’til I see
The portrait of my life here with you

Arranging the pieces one by one
Into a picture that will make sense
They form a mosaic of our wonderful life
A reflection of a love so intense

The crystalline pieces craft a pattern so bold
One of love, of hope and of tears
A portrait of passion, ecstasy and joy
That we shared throughout the years

Our colorful past is our palette of life
Bright colors representing our glee
Pastels and soft colors speak of our bliss
And the love you bestowed upon me

Pink is our love as it blossomed in Spring
Purple’s for the passion we shared
Bright yellow is sunshine that filled our lives
Demonstrating how deeply we cared

Rose is for happiness we felt each day
And orange for exquisite joy
Green is for envy by all who watched
As we flaunted our love like a toy

As angry clouds eclipse the sun above
The prophecy’s not clear to me
The kaleidoscope of colors change once again
Predicting all that is NOT meant to be

The colors have darkened to deeper shades
Crimson screams for you to get well
Slate is for shock and black is for fear
Red is anger at the bell’s FINAL knell

The shadowy pieces tumble onto the floor
In a myriad of darkening hues
Grey is for bleak days when I am alone
While my heart overflows with deep blues

Our beautiful mosaic now lies at my feet
Of days gone too quickly by
An aura of tear drops form the image I see
A vision to make angels cry

God’s Plan

I only began to accept my loss after I gave thought as to why God needed my husband more than I.  After writing this poem, it finally all seemed to make sense and acceptance was right around the corner.

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GOD’S PLAN

 God shuddered with anger
As HE stared down below
What have I done?
HE demanded to know 

The floods, the famine
Only pain and no mirth
HE witnessed the Hell
Of the suffering on Earth

 
So God made a plan
As we always knew
To pick out the best
For HIS Angels to cue

 
HE chose only the best
Both young and so old
To enter HIS Heaven
In numbers untold
 

Your Father, his daughter
Her Mom , my Husband
Were carefully picked
By GOD’s Holy hand
 

These special angels
Have great works to do
To help God assist us
To create life anew
 

There will be no more pain
No destruction of lives
His Angels will help HIM
Making sure all survives

 
Your father’s an angel
In GOD’s special band
Looking over you always
Protecting your hand
 
Composed by RP and dedicated to Sister Lisa who lost her loving Dad today.

Welcome to my world!

I have been encouraged by so many to share my love of poetry and my own personal poems. This is my first attempt at blogging so please be gentle with me.

This is a poem I wrote which expresses embracing grief, transitioning toward a new life!

Winter scene

Transition

The aura of autumn grows suddenly dim
As wintry winds howl through the night.
Tumultuous clouds threaten overhead
As my aching heart yearns to take flight.

Will the sparkling skirts of a winters day
Alter this landscape so bleak?
As helplessness fills my empty soul
A snowflake melts on my cheek.

The gloom of transitioning Autumn
Swiftly changes to joy that I know,
As sunlight streams through angry clouds
Casting diamonds in the snow.
 
The  landscape that surrounds me
Is dazzling with crystals of light,
Offering new hope to my broken life
I am captivated by the sight.