Focus

It's funny how you can look right at something and not focus on it.

I am sitting in front of my window
Across the street are houses, cars lining the sidewalk.

Flowers and shrubery, a cascade of blooming lace, clear and bright splashes of color.

A young mother is planting her special gift of flowers, tender blessings.

A slow tear is forming into a pool that wells up from this mother's heart.

Memory's love is gathered in a basket,

Held and woven with distance and the inaudible of a dreamscape wonder

And hope's desire to even just hear their breathing, today, everyday.

In front of me, and in my hands, coffee, toast, a window with the world to see,

Yet, I can only see my empty heart, empty arms and I wonder.

Raine Les 5/11/2008

I sit with you and I see Beauty,, A Soul so deep A Spirit longing to explore,, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh come Sit,, the View from my Eyes is quite Lovely

hikerchick wrote of perceptions
i sat here and read recollections
Sadie has toast and tea,
Mom is a crasher
that enters with laughter
and lights the direction
for all to see
for arms that are empty
say COME TO ME NOW!!!
the invitation to refill your heart
i receive with a bow,
the children you long for
is the child within you

listen to her
i think she wants to go play on the merry-go-round