Baby I'm The Lucky One

The rain dances outside,

while I dance with you.

The iPod shuffle lands

like a bee on a flower,

" Say you, Say Me."

I love Lionel Richie,

and when he sings,

" Say you, say me; say it for always "

our lips meet in a kiss.

I land on your chest,

in this moment I want it to be for always.

My tormented soul has found

a home.

Thoughts scattered and for a moment

our eyes drown in each other.

I want this to be for always,

till my dying day,

a refuge,

a celebration,

a revelation,

peace for always.

Merlot bottle is empty,

we smile.

Many moons ago we did not promise forever

only the moment.

We lived in the present,

we loved without holding back,

without regrets.

Small steps

building memories,

fire in our eyes,

fire in our soul.



 
This is dedicated to my husband Carl. Today is our anniversary. He is my best friend and my world. When we met I was a single mom raising my son on my own. Josh and I were very close and he was

my universe. Carl and Josh's relationship grew and we became a family. Carl has been a great 

dad to Josh. We were blessed to have another addition to our family when we had Daniel.

So amazing all the things that we have gone through together and I feel so lucky to have the love I have 

in my life.

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Words I Had Forgotten

His Life

Eleven o'clock

rolls around.

I watched the digital clock

countless times,

as I folded laundry and made the bed.

He gets off the night shift depleted

and if he calls his voice is stuffed with fatigue.

He murmurs,

I can't understand

over the sounds of the city

coming through the phone.

Scattered words

about privacy laws,

and why he can't share information

about his patients.

I fish for details,

that never come.

Attempting to connect

the dots of his new life.

I walk on eggshells,

making small conversation,

when in reality I have so much to say.

I hold my breath,

because I no longer can fix his world.

I try to mend it but the world is cruel

in a way that even I can't understand

because he won't let me in.

He won't turn on the light,

guarding the wall,

sheltering his sick patients and

their lives.

My thoughts remain with him,

for my shift goes on,

all hours of every day and every night.

This is dedicated to my son. He moved to a new city and he is working crazy hours in the hospital. 

He sounds tired and he does not say much and  I worry about him and his girlfriend.

They are dedicated to what they do but it's so hard to watch from the sidelines

and not know the details of what they are going through. All we can do is

be there when they need us and give them love and encouragement .

Meet us at http://dversepoets.com where we share our thoughts and 

our hearts. We are celebrating a one year birthday of great poetry

from all over the world.

Best Friend

We climbed the stairs in Montmartre,

we climbed to see the white basilica 

on its summit.

From the glorious hill,

we watched the beauty of Paris.

History whispering tales,

charming streets,

that once were home to Monet,

Picasso, Dali, and Van Gogh.

We sat side by side at the outdoor cafe',

watching people pass by.

Talking about Dali's work,

that we had seen.

Sharing our thoughts on his genius and

his expression of the passage of time.

A couple sitting next to us,

shared a four course meal,

a bottle of wine their companion.

We watched as they played with their food

and each other.

We giggled,

the way we did when we were young girls.

A dog took a whiz near by

as we feasted on pasta and delicious bread.

Consumed by the moment

we took a deep breath.

Space and time have not 

changed our friendship,

2 A.M phone calls,

emotional breakdowns,

life and loss,

We shared it all.

An ocean apart,

holding each other's hand through life,

always sisters at heart. 

This is dedicated to my best friend Dorit. Even though we are an ocean apart we are always one phone call away. We've been friends since we are 11 years old. We have shared a lifetime together through good times and bad times. We are soul sisters.  Please join us here, http://dversepoets.com where we share our thoughts and our hearts.  
Also yesterday was my blog's two year anniversary. This has been an amazing journey, I have made some wonderful connections with talented and wonderful people. Thank you to all of you for your continued support and friendship.    

Forgiveness And The Long Way Home

I had a red shinny tricycle,

but never a bicycle.

I dreamt of riding free,

in a yellow lemon dress,

flying down the hill

with the wind caressing my hair.

Dad feared I would fall

and I would hurt myself.

So I didn't fly until years later,

when I ran away,

no longer accepting to be sheltered

from the storms of life.

I left with a plane ticket,

the clothes on my back,

and a dream in my eyes.

My purse stuffed with family photographs

that I treasured,

memories of what I was leaving behind.

No money

or plans,

the man sitting next to me spoke

about pre Colombian  art,

puzzled, he watched the stars in my eyes.

My life was waiting,

forbidden love,

youth, brilliant and reckless.

Seduced by a freedom fighter,

not knowing he worshiped methadone,

hidden away in the refrigerator.

When John Lennon was shot

I still believed in the change that never came.

I battled his demons

and lost.

Broken dreams and promises.

I woke up one day and walked

away with my soul battered
but not defeated.

I walked away 

and opened new doors

and dreamt new dreams

fire in my soul

the wind on my back.

This week I turn 51. A time to reflect on an amazing journey called life.

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Blessed with these boys in my life, my husband and sons. They make my life complete.