The dandelion

WHO is this mother I
have layed to rest?
Poor helpless one who
wandered through
life leaving me behind

But remember she did
not have the tools to
help me survive
I became the mother
and she became the child

I think of all the flowers
I could place upon her
grave

The dandelion
and its tenacious ways
Its stubborn roots
midst dirt and clay
On tough green stems
clinging to life
When tough times came
Waving its
bright yellow face
In the end taught me
how to survive

SO lay down your sweet
head and rest!

Really mama I know
you did your best!


Mother’s Day May 2026

resting places

PRESSING on with hope
that what I cannot
see will one day come
to be
IN my youth I was driven
to excel in all things
given

In after years I am
slowly driven

All things in the
past forgiven
RESTING places
have arisen

THIS is new to be
here
I knew not things
would seem so clear
here

Laurl and the rose
I behold
I had no presence of
mind before to see
the beauty they hold

I am prone to share this
heavenly splendor

FOR though this will
here not forever linger

I seek one as I
to ever press on
together!


sandbox of time

Life is like a sandbox
an hour glass of passing
sand!

Each week they had a special
day to meet

Having such a good time
together, building sand
castles with queens and
kings, and every

Imaginable thing!

One day she became too busy

and forgot their special day
together
And now her bucket is too
heavy, her shovel full

of holes
Time filtering through her
hands with no place to go!


Don’t forget to come apart

and rest awhile!


lily of the valley

Month of May’s flower!
Known for its fragrant
bell-shaped white flowers
Symbolising sweetness
humility and joy!

To see the world through the
eyes of a lily – To learn of their
simple ways THE chimes of
their tiny bells still sing
During winds and chilly days

SO be silent my restless
mind
Learn of the lessons where the
lilies dwell!


‘convallaria majalis’

good company

“GOOD company in a journey makes
the way seem shorter!”
Quote by Izaak Walton 1593 – 1683

ON an early spring morning
over hills and meadows
A yellow golden butterfly

floats among purple scented
flowers

If I could catch her I would
say

“I know your journey will

be long and your companions few

And I wish for you a friend

prone to share her journey with you!

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“Two are better than one . . .
if either of them fall, one can help . . .the other up . . .
if two lie down together they wil keep warm”
Book of Ecclesiastes


something less divine

I fashioned as a child an image of a body!

NO ears to hear
NO eyes to see
NO mouth to speak

The robe he wore was old
and torn
WITH rips and tears
And if you could see
his hair

IT was long and UNDITY!

He shuffled with his feet,
whispering defeat
Appearing at night in dreams
That only a child can dream

As I grew up this visitor

of the past
came less often
As time filtered through my

mind this
was just an
‘Apparition Of Something

Less Divine’

With abandonment issues
as a child I perceived
God as I did the missing
parent which has taken many
years to reconcile God as a
loving presence in my life!

a distant land

A Silent Dove In A Distant Land

I had a dove and the
lovely dove left

and I wondered
why without
me it fled?

Why – Oh why – my sweet
bird? For together we
could fly
Why did you leave
me behind?

How I long to
hear your soft song

But its song had died
in the darkness of night

In grief to a distant
land it took flight . . .


A very long time ago a man had
been captured
and sent to a foreign land. Once
a powerful king
David became helpless,
taking refuge in God
during deep distress. He wrote
a song called

‘A Silent Dove In A Distant Land’

It can be read
In the Book of Psalms Chapter 56

the bleeding rose

AMONG a garden of lovely
colors
God chose a rose of purest
white
Never seeking its own it
was meant to grow and bless
the earth

Because of man’s crushing
blow, into the ground
thorns pressed the rose
in darkness white petals bled

Heaven’s garden looked down
and weptfor fear their
precious rose would forever
rest, bruised and forgotten

But to their wonder new
breath is given
the stone upon its tomb
removed

The scent of the rose from
dust arose returning to
heaven’s garden

The Dear Rose of Sharon!