Angel Mother

today I felt you beside me

a soft gentle touch upon my face

swift yet clear to me it was you

in the hallway smelled your perfume

it lingered for only a moment

I closed my eyes and pictured your face

heard you whisper, i am here honey

and although no one may believe me

I have not a single doubt it is so

how I miss your voice

your smile

your laughter

your words of comfort

every day without you is an eternity in itself

I know you are with me

I feel your presence so often

and I am thankful for those fleeting moments

when you return to spend some time with me

sweet angel , mother of mine

I am blessed to be your daughter

I miss you , I love you.

The Locket,the promise

many lifetimes ago
you held me close
as we kissed beneath
the dim rose red lanterns
I searched for your soul
with the eyes of my own
and there I found
a piece of Heaven

with soft whisper
came the promise
that you would return
and I kept that promise
in a tiny brass locket
safely around my neck

With the passing
of each sunrise
and sunset
came the silence of my heart
having found no reason
to speak

On some quiet shore
on some quiet evening
in the acceptance
of your broken promise
two dim rose red lanterns
fell to the ground
and were swept away by the wind

On some quiet shore
on one quiet evening
footprints left so softly
in the sand
moonlight on waters deep
from there drifted gently back to shore
a tiny brass locket
no promise left to keep

beneath the dim rose red lanterns
two souls fell in love
on one quiet evening
on some quiet shore
one forgot the promise
one waits no more.

Where Are Your Wings?

today if you feel depressed
remember, we all get that way
how can you be human and not
feel like this at times

so pamper yourself,be kind to yourself
and after that, know you are blessed
and try and see the beauty rather than the ugly
try and understand you are here for a purpose
and I doubt it has anything to do with being
a negative influence in the world or that you are here
simply to suffer and sacrifice

see what you are, really are
unique, important, stop ignoring your wings,
they are there, look for them, stop hiding them,
use them...do not be content to remain grounded
when you have the ability to fly
so do it, soar...at least try.

Breast Cancer Survivor

I would willingly
go through all of it
all over again
if it meant my daughter
would not have to go through
the same thing one day

I would willingly
go through all of it
all over again
if no one had to do so

but all I can do
is continue to pray
and to hope for a cure
and to believe that one day
it will come
and that until that day
we all must remain
Angelic Warriors
swords in hand
Faith in heart
and forever remembering
those whose fight has ended

I would willingly
go through all of it again
if it meant it could keep
another from having to suffer
or lose the battle
but I remain
as many , just another warrior
another survivor
and as such
send out daily prayers
to everyone effected by breast Cancer
and to God I beg, please bring
a cure soon.
please Lord.

Christmas Day

So here we it is finally Christmas Day
daughter still fast asleep,remember when
she was small could not wait to get up
and see what Santa brought
now still waiting to open gift up
things sure do change don't they

one thing remains the same
family, friends, our faith in our Lord
and hopefully in one another
remains vital part of our lives
as it should be anyway

wishing everyone a magical Christmas
and a New Year that brings true and lasting
joy.

Most of all, I wish all of you Gods' grace
and mercy and blessings
and more love than you can imagine.

Lorrie
xmas 2011

You Believe

You believe it will stop
never happen again
you believe it is somehow
your fault,yet you just can't
figure out exactly why

you believe it is just
a type of temporary insanity
that will soon pass
a bad memory that will fade like dust

you believe you should stay
for the children,for yourself,
for someone else
for all the reasons you can
come up with to justify
your reality

you believe
it's best not to make waves
that silence is golden
keep the family together
keep the secret at all cost

there was a time
when I was like you
I believed too
like so many, many others do

the bruises
the cuts
the broken bones
the shattered pieces
of lives that is touched by the hands of abuse

hard to believe
those same hands
once,long ago,brought passion
gentleness, a promise of joy
once reaching out to embrace
with respect and love
suddenly those same hands
striking out with a force that seems impossible
to live through
down,down,down again you fall
lost in a void of confusion,distrust,rage
sadness and pain
fear and uncertainty
what will each day or night bring
the all consuming ,endless nightmare
you can't seem to wake up from
you believe it will end
but hear me....it won't , I promise you
it won't
not until you can speak the words
mean the words...enough, no more
not now, not ever again
silence is not golden
abuse is not acceptable
wounds do mend but scars still remain

you believe
it will stop
well, as one who has been there
and who walked beside others
who were there,
I beg of you, trust me, hear me
abuse of any type will not suddenly stop
unless it finally destroys you
or you finally, pray God, finally
get up ,stand up,face up,wake up
and walk.


there is no excuse
for abuse.

18

Dear Daughter
just want to say that 18
isn't a magic number

it is the right to passage
from teen to young adult

it is also a number which can get you
into more trouble than the years before

you are held accountable
credit wise,law wise,common sense wise
money wise,morally wise...

you must mindful of your actions
careful of your choices
for now, they do belong to you

I remain on the sideline
should you need advice
I remain in your corner
should you need someone to turn to

You think of the freedom
I think of the possible negatives
that it can bring
trusting you will think before you act
and still listen as well as speak your mind

18 not legally able to drink
but legally considered an adult
scares me I must admit
all that you can open yourself up to
praying that you are ready

I cherish the baby days
the child days
made it through the young teen days
now here we are at the age of adulthood
and I am the one who seems not quite ready

nonetheless, I give you my prayers
I give you my respect, my heart,my faith,my endless devotion
and even though it is hard...I give you your wings
which I have held in care for you until now.

I ask Dear Daughter, only that you use them not only to fly
but to Soar.

love,mama