What Is True Love?

Is it a kiss that lies upon your lips

Is it a tear that sometimes slips

Maybe it is a bondage that won't let go

that holds so tight and grows so slow

What I see is a hunger that has been fulfilled

A full committment that has been signed and sealed

I am sure it is fragile because it is so rare

so be very careful and show a lot of care

Let it be warm and tender

and let it be a heartmender

Don't let it be incomplete

like all the other defeats

It should be understanding 

and always have soft landings

 It's something no matter how hard I try

It seems to keep passing me by

It's a wish come true

and a God bless you

It's a lifetime goal

that only a few can afford its toll

It's a touch of grace

sent to fill an empty space

It's the "willing obligation of both to give"

That is what "true love" is

I wrote this poem in church when I was probably supposed to listening to the sermon. It was October 11, 1987. I started writing it at 11:50 am and finished it at 10:22 pm. I was 16 years old. I was on a quest to find true love apparently. I wrote about writing this poem on my other blog at homemadeharmony.blogspot.com if you want to check that out.

And It Faded Away

I stood gazin in the distance

so aware of its existence

It was there all day long

but I knew by night it would be gone
It warmed my soul
and it made me feel whole
The wind caught my hair
and the feeling was so rare
I searched for the essence
and I longed for your presence
Time was running out
I wanted to shout
I pushed away my past
and yearned for this one to last
The tears burned in my eyes
as the darkness filled the skies
The beauty and love the sunset portrayed
was now like us..fading away

This poem was written September 24, 1990, which ironically is my husband's birthday. I didn't meet him until three years later. I am not sure which guy inspired this poem, but I seem to have quite a few poems that are tear jerkers.

Watching My Garden Grow

Alone in my garden one day

I watched  two squirrels at play

They paid no mind I was there

so I just sat and stared

In and out of bushes they'd scurry

up and down the paths they'd hurry

No deadline to meet

just acorns and leaves to eat

My flowers in full bloom

fresh fragrances to consume

 A breeze a sweet delight

from the heat of warm sunlight

Roses all in different shades

the soft hint of hue that cascades

 A painter's dream to expose

but a writer's privilege to compose

The shadows of yesterday seize

The Secret

Only the maker and I know

It's while watching my garden grow

This poem was written April 2, 1997.  I more than likely was sitting outside writing. I am most inspired while enjoying nature. I had been married for two years and didn't have any children yet, not til the following Spring.

Welcome

I started writing songs before I was old enough to write them. I would sing lyrics to my dad and he would write them down. Here is where I will be sharing with you thoughts and moments I have expressed in poetry and songs. I wrote some of these for others when I was asked to. It was a pleasure to be able to help others express their feelings in creative form. It was interesting sometimes how I was inspired to write some of these. I will share with you some commentary along with some of my pieces why, when, where and whatever else comes to mind to explain the origin. Several of my friends have suggested I write a book with my poems..and through Google maybe I will. This is my first step. It has taken me over twenty years to get my poems out of a box and on the computer to share with others. I hope you enjoy and are touched by my words.