Abandoned Words - Elsie Montgomery

While cleaning up my hard drive, I found this reflection on the state of my journals. The entries seemed so random, so scattered, and although I said "will anyone care..." at that time I was wondering if even I did.

Abandoned Words

This journal
tantrums and reverses
fragments
there, here
in that book or this
Will anyone
care or puzzle
or merely glance,
then flip it
for more civilized fare?

© 2006, Elsie Montgomery

Busy Times - Donna Dawson

If it weren't for divine intervention I think I'd be pretty buggy by now. While I'm trying to keep up with monthly columns for three different papers, finish the book that a LARGE publishing company is showing interest in, sending off a children's book manuscript and keeping up with the necessary (and beneficial for venting) blogs and websites, I'm also working on the wedding of my middle daughter:)

Her dress is lovely (I made it so I'm a bit partial to it). She and her sisters will be beautiful (what am I saying--they ARE beautiful). The food is ordered, the bouquets made (yes we made them), the boutonnieres and corsages done (which reminds me--I MUST remember to put pins in them), the programs designed (yes I did that too) and the light strands hung in the backyard (it's at our house). I have a houseful of guests arriving this week (all family) and I think I have pretty much everything ready for the big day.

I am so thankful to God for being enough. Enough strength to finish the tasks, enough sanity to keep me from overloading, enough patience when things didn't go like I'd have liked, enough sleep in the times where I wanted to remain awake and get just one more thing done and enough love through a husband who is so kind and thoughtful when I'm grouchy and petty.

So now, I sit back and wait to see what that day will bring and I'm grateful for the grace I have received in this time. Blessings all and I'll keep you posted.

Changing of the Guard - Violet Nesdoly

Lately the old mothers
have been slipping from their places
falling, dying
vacating strategic positions
leaving gaps
in the front line

A new generation
of matriarchs is needed
to organize the family dinners
the baby showers and the anniversaries
to send the birthday cheques

There's a call for fresh recruits
a newly commissioned troop
of kneeling warriors
arms raised in petition and praise
blessing the infants and the in-laws
interceding for the prodigals
alert watch women
guarding the walls of the family

© 2007 - V. Nesdoly

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This is for all us daughters who have lately become motherless - especially Glynis, whose mother died a few days ago.

Well girls, we're it now.

This is Summer - Bonnie Way

Hot sun in the sky;
Lawn mower purring by;
Pretty-colored butterfly;
This is summer.

Days without a care;
Cool wind teasing my hair;
Flower fragrance in the air;
This is summer.

Gardens growing green;
Heat a shimmering sheen;
Bugs too tiny to be seen;
This is summer.

White clouds floating past;
Much-needed rain at last;
Weathermen miss the forecast;
This is summer.

Popsicles to freeze;
Fat yellow bumblebees;
Apples growing on the trees;
This is summer.

© Bonnie M. Ross

I wrote this poem years ago, when the scent of freshly-mowed lawn stirred my poetic musings. I wanted to capture the feeling of the summers of my childhood, and I still return to these memories.