March 12, 2019

Mom, dressed for her first date with Dad!

Ma's first date with dad

When someone so close to us and whom we love so much is near the end, we feel their pain as they age and we would do whatever we could to see the Mom (or other loved one) as we remember them . . . even one more time.  This week marks another anniversary  of her passing.  She felt no pain in passing while asleep and just didn’t awaken this side of heaven.  She died holding hands with Jesus with a big smile on her face, just like my Grampy did.  If your morning quiet place seems to have a larger angel choir, that’s Mom.  No matter how many things she could no longer do toward the end, she was always singing and I am sure she still is!  Likely, the angels in your life are singing with her!

The last thing she and I said to each other was to smile and say “I love you!” it was a sunny spring afternoon and the birds were singing!






In Memoriam

January 17, 2019


The curtains are drawn.

You have gone to the other side,

My dear one,

But, still your light shines through,

Heading straight for my heart!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2019

Image result for broken heart


November 1, 2017

My heart is broken  . . . you were a gift from God Beany . . .

beany 1019bean blessedbeany in my lap

The Missing You Never Stops . . .

March 8, 2016

. . . but you are part of me, Mom, so I still find joy.

Mom with Nana, great grandma, and me.

me 4 generations

The Wake

The house is in stillness

laying in wait for the chaos

Yet to come.

I sip,

I breathe,

I wait.

I hear you sing.

I feel your gentle embrace.

I know your love.

By Martha L Shaw – © 3-20-14



March 2, 2016


Were it not

for the decay of yesterday

how would come

the redemption?

By Martha L Shaw © 2-29-2016


roses on deck

By Martha L Shaw – © 2015





March 16, 2015

Was it really a year ago that I lost you?  My heart is  broken in two because I rejoice that your pain is over and you are with our Lord, but I miss you so much . . . the sun is still shining but I need the warmth of your embrace one more one more time Mama . . .

baby me with ma and dad

Mom Passed . . . But . . .

February 3, 2015

I have been devoting much time to going through my late mother’s things.  She was the last of my family of blood relations, at least those know of and it has been nearly a year.  Cleaning out the trappings of a life when someone’s gone is so difficult. What to keep, what to sell, what to throw away . . . when your heart aches for one more minute of holding a hand, listening to their breathing in sleep . . . all the little annoyances become treasure when someone’s gone. But, putting away the bits and pieces of this life really makes us richer because it stirs up the memories and love we share and makes them grow firmly planted in our soul . . . for our loved one is not really gone at all.

ma grad

Keep Holding On

September 9, 2014

Hope in my pain . . .

It’s like sunshine in the rain.

I can’t see it.

I can’t feel it,

Yet I know its nearness

And that alone propels me.

I move forward

With You.

By Martha L Shaw © 9-9-2014


A New Angel

March 20, 2014

I had breakfast in my private sanctuary this morning for the first time in a while and I heard the voice of a new angel singing   .  . .


Ma's first date with dad

Glamous Life – Tragic Death – Time To Remove Our Masks

February 3, 2014
We admire others, covet what we perceive them to have as though it was taken from us, we fool ourselves into thinking others have “it” easy and we do not . . . we are blind to the reality that is THEY view us the same way. Sometimes all that talent, money, bright lights, and “glamour” becomes a corpse on the floor with the needle still in the arm and 50 bags of heroin nearby waiting to mask reality.
RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman and so many others who’ve lost the battle the same way.  Lord save us from ourselves and in our weakness fill us with your strength.

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