Daily Post: Tree

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Tree

Branches gently swaying in the breeze

Rustling leaves like whispers in the wind

Basking in your shade puts me at ease

A quiet place of respite you will lend

Daily Prompt: Journey

Here’s a quick poem for today’s prompt….Journey

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Journey

I’m going on a journey

Don’t be surprised to see me smile

Please don’t try to bring me back

I’ll be gone a little while

 

I’ll back up from today

To a time when they were small

I’ll put years in reverse

Like they never passed at all

 

I’ll enjoy the chubby fists

And little chins covered with goo

The bumbling first steps

And baths and bedtimes too

 

The sleepless nights year after year

For one reason or another

From leaking diapers to broken hearts

Mom helped them to recover

 

This worn and yellowed photo album

Is bursting at the seams

It overflows with memories

Of their accomplishments and dreams

 

Yes, I’ve reminisced a while

So I’ll journey homeward very soon

Oops, I’ve been distracted now

With Corduroy and Goodnight Moon

Daily Prompt: Shelf

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My eldest, Ashley with Chompers, her first gift from her Nana

The moment I saw Today’s prompt, I knew what I would write about.  This is a poem representing the word “shelf”.

I was sitting in Cracker Barrel, with many just like me

Just wondering if I would ever have a home

When as I pondered this, I felt myself airborne

Oh no, please not a child whose left to roam

The torture never ends for us, the bruises and the nicks

Not to mention sticky fingers and the floor

But this time, the touch felt different. Should I dare to harbor hope?

Can it be as Grandpa said?  Could there be more?

I stole a glance at my captor’s face, and she returned my smile

She held me out to have a look, to ponder me from afar

She said, “This one is perfect, I knew it from the start

Before I knew it, I’d been purchased and was riding in her car.

Or course I was ecstatic, and couldn’t wait to see my home

She took me to a room all filled with flowers and love

A beautiful, tiny baby slept, a sight she was to see

It was then I knew for sure that I had been blessed from above.

When I was new, my coat did shine, my clothes they were pristine

My eyes were bright and bore no scratches from wear and tear

I was gifted by this Nana to this amazing baby girl

Oh the fun that we would have, the love we’d share

I kept her warm on chilly nights and was always there to hug

As the years flew by, she took me everywhere she went

She grew up fast and stayed so busy, I didn’t see her as much

Though our time together grew less and less, I knew how much I meant

Even though I am old and torn, she has keep me all these years

And she used to pick me up to reminisce,

To think upon our memories, the days and nights of fun

Lately though, I’m afraid she’s grown remiss

So, I’m waiting patiently for the day that she recalls

One more hug will be appreciated, in and of itself

But until then, I’m sitting here just watching everything

Just wishing and just hoping, on the shelf.

Daily Prompt: Flow

Today’s prompt was to represent the word flow.  My offering is a photo and a poem.

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You let the words flow as the ink meets the paper

Scribbling a story your heart holds so dear

You’ve crafted the characters and finished your tale

Now you hope and you pray someone else wants to hear

By:  Lisa

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Daily Prompt: Contrast

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The Daily Prompt was to write a post in response to the word “contrast”.  Here is my humble offering. (and this isn’t about anyone I know, just made it up)

He could be unpleasant, but she was a dear

How they ended up united remained quite unclear

She was charming and gracious, always polite

He was quiet, and none too appealing by sight

But oh how they loved and no matter the weather

Contrasting characters but together forever

Daily Prompt: Leap

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Yours truly at the White Cliffs of Dover

The Daily Prompt is Leap.  I racked my brain to come up with a story, but I had to settle for a silly little poem.

 

A fancy word for jump; that’s what leap is to most

But you should look before you do it or you might be toast

Whether playing leap frog or clearing a fence

Whenever you leap, please use common sense.

Perhaps you are thinking of taking a leap

The kind that you fear may leave you to weep.

A leap of faith out of your own comfort zone

Should you risk it or should you just leave it alone?

Well, you never will know unless you at least try

So, leap, there you go, up, up, up, you can fly.

A little longer

Earth laughs in flowers

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Linger.”

Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?

There are many times I dare to linger

To stay when I really should go

When it’s time to bid loved ones farewell

My heart yearns, but the clock is my foe.

In a garden resplendent with dew

Where the scent of the rose doth abound

Where the butterflies light on the leaves

And all manner of beauties arise from the ground

My most beloved place to linger

Where I know all is well with my soul

Is in the presence of Almighty God

As His love makes me feel pure and whole

by:  Lisa Daffin

My heart

Ashley and Morgan; then and now

Ashley and Morgan; then and now

Chubby little hands, wet with slobber, getting caught in my hair

Up half the night rocking you with a prayer until the fever subsided

Chasing remnants of applesauce around your tiny lips with a tiny spoon

The spoon, now airborne and not because I’m pretending it’s a plane

Bath time;  soggy toys, towels and floors until you were like ten

Drying a wiggle worm until the towel drops and you run away giggling

Treating Boo boos with kisses and rug rat bandages and Neosporin

Riding bicycles and scooters and go karts and four-wheelers

Going to Little league, Church camp, school plays and sleepovers

Checking out library books and Disney movies and The Nutcracker

Reminding daily about baths and brushing teeth and hair

Blond hair whipping in the wind as we caught our share of fish

Driving cars and blasting music and growing up too fast

Never-ending showers that leave the rest of us mad and cold

Little Miss Know It All who doesn’t really have a clue

Late nights, some fights, long talks and lots of prayers

High school, sports, dances and dates

Increasing beauty, decreasing days before graduation and then…..

Empty nest, quiet house, too much time on our hands

Phone calls, holiday visits and lots of texts

Agree to disagree, offer advice but realize my limits

Heart breaks when you feel pain or struggle

Loving you long distance, looking forward to your next visit

Missing you, lots of reminiscing, tears and prayers

Eat the dessert

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The Prompt:  Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion.

Life is too short to turn down dessert.

And shouldn’t be spent nursing a hurt.

Life is too short to go to bed mad.

Wouldn’t you rather spend more of it glad?

Life is too short for holding on to a grudge.

Just let it go; don’t be too stubborn to budge?

Life is too short for refusing to grin.

Hold your head high and stop dragging your chin.

Life is too short to worry and fret.

It won’t change the outcome, on that I would bet.

Life is too short not to love and to pray.

We don’t know the hour, it could be over today.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Leftovers

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The largest dresser, in the drawer on the bottom

The boxes stacked neatly on the closet floor

Places filled with items, some yellowed and musty

Leftovers, from a time long before

Every now and then we search for and peruse them

The old, worn and frayed, the tattered and torn

Memories of past times, the good and the bad ones

Some make us laugh and some make us mourn

One day we may find the strength to go through them

Purge some of the junk, yes, surely we will

How will we choose those which still hold the power?

To take us to a place where time seems to stand still

These things are left over from days of our lives

Moments that will never return

Unless we relive them by basking in the memories

Things that reveal stories that make our heart yearn

For a time or a place, or a person we long

As we study these treasures we cache

Memories kept alive that might otherwise fade

If we merely threw them out in the trash

By:  Lisa

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