Fancies

My Father reunited with his birth mother's family this weekend, and it has been a very pleasant experience for him for which I am beyond happy. He has never met any of them for almost 68 years, as he was given up for adoption at a year old. I have been thinking lately about my long lost Grandma, and the things that must have been going through her mind. The more I learn about her, the more I understand what a heartbreaking decision it must have been for my Grandmother. I can't help but believe that she has had a hand in this long overdue reunion. Now my Father has what he has always wanted for his kids and grandkids. An ancestry.

Fancies
Surely the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!

The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.

The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.

The lily, white as a star apart,
Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart.

The daisies that dance and twinkle so
Were the laughter of children in long ago.

The sweetness of all true friendship yet
Lives in the breath of the mignonette.

To the white narcissus there must belong
The very delight of a maiden's song.

And the rose, all flowers of the earth above,
Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love.

Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs
Must be the souls of beautiful things.

~Lucy Maud Montgomery

Power Tower~ by McKenna Rose

The Power Tower

By McKenna Rose

Here we are on the Power Tower.

I can see everything, it's like I'm in Heaven.

I see the other Power Tower,

And everyone is screaming.

I see my sister holding my hand.

I squeeze her hand as I scream very loud.

Whoosh, down we go...

Whoosh, up we go.

I wanted to get off,

But when I got off,

I wanted to get back on again.

This is a little poem by my 9 year old daughter, McKenna Rose. It is so important to encourage young writers. Thanks so much indulging a proud Mama!

~K

Queen of Hearts

Queen of Hearts

My blessings are not like that of a Queen's
they're made up of much more simpler things.
She may have treasures of great to behold~
of rubies and diamonds and jewlery of gold.
My blessings they come in everyday life~
the precious gems of mother and wife.
The kiss from a girl who's content to be
listening to stories of fairies from me.
The laugh of a boy who's amused it seems
by the curious things that little boys dream.
The glance from the man that I know I can trust
to protect our "Kingdom" from turning to dust.
No, my blessings are not like that of a Queen's~
they're greater and richer than rubies and rings.