Poetry Friday: My Sign

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Happy Poetry Friday, friends. As I have spent week after week reading poems and lurking from afar, this week I decided to answer Christie’s poem challenge and join in on the fun by posting my first Poetry Friday poem today.  As Christie stated, it can be about any bird and any type of poem. I hope you’ll fly on over to her page, Wondering and Wandering, to read more poetry or even join in on the celebration.

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I don’t look for you,

yet you appear.

Appear where I never would suspect.

Perhaps you are looking for me,

or watching over me.

I am unsure.

But when I see you,

I am reminded of our friendship,

our stories,

our laughter.

When I see you,

I smile.

I tell you I’m glad you came along,

I’m glad you’re here.

While you’re not with me anymore,

you’re with me.

My sign,

my sign of the cardinal.

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A cardinal is a representative of a loved one who has passed. When you see one, it means they are visiting you. They usually show up when you most need them. They also make an appearance during times of celebration as well as despair to let you know they will always be with you. Look for them; they will appear!

Image: Birds and Blooms

My Wish

A quiet, calm, tranquil Tuesday.

Windows are open,

the air is cool,

the humidity has been erased.

Fresh air,

it brings a sense of serenity

over me as the breeze gently glides

through the room.

Birds are chirping,

cicadas begin their chorus.

The wind chime sings a gentle song,

it begs me to sit here all day!

The rustling of the willow tree,

going back and forth,

back and forth,

reminding me I don’t have to go far,

to find peace,

to find relaxation.

Rays of sunlight stretch out to reach my journal,

my writing space.

Only to smile up at me,

and put me mind at ease.

Oh how I wish,

I wish,

everyday would commence

like this.

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when i say good-bye

i say good-bye

after joyful times

a family get together

dinner out on the town

a celebration amongst friends

hugs

kisses

till i see you again

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good-bye

*

i said good-bye

not by choice

i wonder if you knew

our last good-bye

would be our last good-bye

tears in my eyes

a broken heart

*

good-bye

*

i say good-bye

once more

a peaceful wish

knowing the end is near

tears i’ve swallowed

smiles i’ve faked

as each good-bye

brings a heavy heart

*

when i say good-bye,

in good spirits

or

despairing times

a good-bye

is a good-bye

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Everybody Knows

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her mother’s daughter.

It’s her petite frame,

the pointy nose,

and a mouth that mirrors her mother’s smile.

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her daddy’s daughter.

Those hazel eyes,

her fair skin that easily burns in the sun,

expensive taste that enjoys the finest life has to offer.

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her gram’s girl.

A knack for decorating cakes,

kindness that spills from the heart,

or the sizable purse she carries over her shoulder.

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her pa’s granddaughter.

There’s the fierce sense of determination,

her ability to assist others in need,

an everlasting love for man’s best friend.

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her nana’s girl.

The creativity that flows,

an artistic niche that proves amazing abilities,

an eye for all that is unique.

Everybody knows…

Maddie is her pappy’s granddaughter.

Always on time,

if not a bit early,

or impatient waiting for others.

Everybody knows,

everybody knows,

everybody knows,

twenty-one years have flown by!

You’ve captured the best of the best,

a perfect blend,

a shining star,

the Maddie we all love!

Cheers to 21 years! Maddie’s 21st birthday, April 16, 2017

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Ode to Lynne for sharing the “Everybody Says” Dorothy Aldis in Songs of Myself compiled by Georgia Heard.

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Just Because

 

Showing I care, it can be a challenge for me at times. The words are there, on the tip of my tongue – words that parade caring, concern, or sympathy. But somehow I’m not able to articulate them, fear perhaps? I don’t know what to say or what to do, especially if I hope to send some cheer and uplift someone’s spirits. I want to express that I care, just because.

Then there are times when I simply wish to celebrate – a special friendship. It’s not a birthday. It’s not a holiday. It’s merely sprinkling around some kindness, just because.

So I sit down with my journal in tow, and to my amazement my writing, my words they parade across the page.

I smile when I see you

just because…

I keep you in my thoughts

just because…

I tell you I’m hear to listen

just because…

I give you a hug

just because…

I offer you some chocolate,

just because…

I wrote you this poem,

just because

I don’t have the words

to let you know

how much I care.

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Thanks!

The journey

Has been long

And enjoyable.

Nothing feels better than crossing the finish line!

Keep on writing is my hope for you.

See you on Tuesday????

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A sincere thank you to Anna, Beth, Betsy, Deb, Kathleen, Lisa, Lanny, Melanie, and Stacey for hosting the Slice of Life Story Challenge again this year. Your dedication is inspiring.

Thank you to all the slicers who joined the community. I enjoyed reading what you shared day in and day out. Surrounding myself with this community of writers has enriched my writing and my creativity.

Last but not least, it is with heartfelt gratitude that I thank those who visited my blog and took time to share comments. Your comments and kind words were my motivation and kept me writing! Thank you for cheering me on and crossing the finish line with me!

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What’s Good Wednesday

Dear Miss Cutie,

A brilliant shade of orange,

I seek you out in the grocery store.

You are petite, refreshing, and oh-so-sweet.

Sometimes I find you tucked away

in my lunch bag

with a smile on your face,

knowing the happiness you bring.

So easy to peel

for fingers big or small.

Your tiny little wedges

plop right in my mouth.

Your juices whet my whistle.

No mess,

no fuss.

Thanks for being a perfect snack,

and a healthy treat,

a delight to everyone you meet.

Love,

Amy

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Today’s poem is called an epistolary poem. Epistolary means written as friendly letter. Ode to my mentor text The Last Fifth Grade of Emerson Elementary for a plethora of ideas!

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Seven Words Sunday: Wolf Hollow

Annabelle

L O V E

Betty

A B H O R

Read 

W O L F    H O L L O W

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the simple beautiful things

hugs

brownies

dinner dates

fresh cut flowers

colorful macaroons

crystal clear night sky

warm sand beneath your toes

snuggling under cozy blankets

fireflies lighting up the night sky

brilliant sunshine after a snowfall

a field of sunflowers smiling at the sun

simple

beautiful

things

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A Promise Broken

I knew you would be leaving on this day;

I told myself you’ll be home before long,

before I even know it.

The calendar is marked,

so I know it’s true.

You’ll be home soon,

sooner rather than later.

We had a tranquil Sunday at home.

You did your laundry,

spent some time with the fur babies,

focused on your school work.

It was a quiet morning.

And then 3:00 PM arrived.

We packed your car.

You said good-bye.

I gave you a hug,

said, “I love you.”

As I watched your car back out of the driveway,

I promised I wouldn’t cry,

I promised I wouldn’t cry.

I turned and walked away,

through the garage,

into the house.

Then I ran!

I ran to the front door,

to catch one more glimpse!

Just one.more.glimpse!

I espied your car,

drift, drift, drifting out of sight!

And I cried;

I cried.

A promise broken,

a promise broken.

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