Her brush is but a shovel,
Her canvas a patch of dirt,
Her paints consist of the flowers and ferns that God has placed upon this Earth.
Her artwork is ever changing as the seasons come and go,
Her art is always beautiful even when sprinkled with snow
Her daughter is a musician,
her son has a talent for sketch,
Her husband is a jack of all trades and has passed on all of his gifts.
But, she does not realize her talent to create beauty every day,
Her garden is a masterpiece that is always on display.
My mother is an artist
My mother is my friend
My mother is a Survivor,
And I cherish her to no end.
I posted that on Facebook today and it sounds so simple but is it? Your best what?
You are worth your best smile, best attitude, best compassion, best effort, best love, best care, best health, best commitment, best fight, best strength, best mood, best forgiveness, best investment; your best you 🖤
She stands at the cliff side edge
With the breeze blowing through her hair
Behind her rises the high most tower
Like a sword lifted to the air
And it makes her think of someone
Another distant place in time
Behind a wooded castle’s walls
Inside a room a night sublime
He swore he’d always be there with her
Her companion, her protector, her friend
But not long after the war of the mages
She found herself pale and alone again
Lost on the darkest battlefield
She watched the witch queen deal the blow
That struck down her brave lover
And made the witches her lifelong foe
His last breath came in her trembling arms
The poison blade having done its worst
And though now his suffering is all over
She carries with her all that hurt
For in his last breath he spoke to her
“My secret love, I will wait for thee
On shores of fine Elysium
By your tower by the sea”
While warrior funeral pyres were burning
She wouldn’t let them commit him to flame
“My sweet lover will return to the ocean
From whence my elven kind came”
She watched him drift out on the sea
In a boat which she had made
To sail forever more on and on
Until he returns again on the waves
So now she stands here every twilight
Waiting with her shattered hope and heart
That the Gods will bring back her love
When the seas of eternity part
She will not rest this evening
The watch forsakes her sleep
And she is waiting, forever waiting
On the Cliffs of widow’s keep
Written by Bonnie Jean Higgins and Paul D. Aronson some time long ago.. when we were writing out LOTR Fan Fiction
~ The tide goes to the shore,
With each breath you take,
Steady, peaceful sleep.
And I wish I could share it with you.
Alas, I am waltzing with my demons this night.
Your face is so peaceful,
Like the serenity of a summer song.
And well, I am
That ocean that toils and churns,
Never sleeping, ever moving.
And I wonder what dreams you are dreaming,
As I sit here in the candlelight
And watch you sleep. ~
I knew you reached your destination
When I couldn’t breathe,
My chest tight and fighting me
Sharp, jagged, painful.
You would only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This was not supposed to affect me so deeply
Stop me from breathing
So I continue to work
Then I pause to take a break
Tears start falling
Unwanted, unasked for
I am unable to stop them
Hold them in.
You will only be gone five days
Only a few hours away
This is not supposed to affect me so deeply
But it does
And it has only been four hours.