Jerry and I went to the Mall Tacoma today, and I realize it has been possibly seven years since I was there. You see they have moved Nordstrom's. Oh my gosh has it really been that long? As we walked between Macy's and Nordstrom's there were so many stores I have never even heard of, it was quite a eye opener. Looking at the store windows the clothes were beyond anything I would ever wear, I am old but not dead. The reason we went was I wanted some new leather low heel boots, my low back would not allow my great old boots work any longer, they had neat two inch princess heels and I loved them but this year I just could no longer wear them.. So off to the Mall. It was a lovely day with my sweet heart. We went to our favorite Italian restaurant then B & R before crossing the bridge. We went to Goodwill and checked out the books, I found some great books on Women, Soul work and poetry these long winter dreary days will be filled with writing so a new journal has begun. All in all it was a nice day with my sweetheart.
I Am Woman
I dance to a music found deep within my soul
A song God sang to me
before my birth
A song of joy ingrain in
my core given to me to share
A song of love and
patience and a gift of giving
A song of pride and
knowledge of my beauty within
I was made to create
life and bring art into this world
I was made to share my
beauty and gifts with all
I am woman I feel God’s
music in my soulI
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again