HAPPY TEARS

January 28, 2019

Memories are not always heartbreakers. There will come a time when tears become joy as the love is still in our hearts. As I wrote something on a different time in my life, though I miss people, places, and things from back then, I also feel the joy and love that I felt then and still can feel IT.. At this moment my feet are cold because this artist feels the snow that had fallen . . and the glow of evening’s moonlight. I can see Mom’s smiling face watching me through the window and can recall her scurrying off to bed so I would not know she watched. She didn’t want to upset me. Silly Mama! IT NEVER DID!

 

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FOREVER HEARTS

January 15, 2019

 

For Bobby and  Kim

A smile,

A kind word,

Soon becomes a hug and kiss.

Rain and sun . . .

Love planted by the Mighty Gardener

Grows into such beauty.

Forever comes so quickly

To the one who is left behind.

But no, sweet one!

It lasts for eternity.

Broken hearts become stronger

For being such giving hearts . . .

For ”Giving Hearts”know no limits!

By Martha L Shaw – ©2019

 

 

 

 

 

 


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.

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RIP Marie

September 7, 2012

A woman at church passed away in her sleep and while I hardly knew her and don’t even know her last name, her life touched mine.  I wrote this as a tribute to Marie and have asked my priests to share it with her family.  I wanted to share it with all of you as well.  Smile, my friends.  It changes hearts and lives in ways you’ll never know.

She Wore His Smile

For Marie

 

I didn’t know her well,

and yet she touched my heart

in a special way.

Each Sunday morning

as I gazed toward the altar

and saw the sunshine gleaming

through the stained glass window

high above my head,

I saw another ray of Son-shine

brightening the darkness

in the smile on her face

as she sang her heart out in choir.

Through that very heart of hers,

Jesus touched my own.

Each time our paths crossed

There was always that same smile . . .

a pat on the arm . . .

and the glow of her Lord

encouraging me,

blessing me,

lifting me up.

I cannot truly be sad

that she went to sleep

one last time

for I know that when she awakened

she was smiling at her Jesus

face to face.

              By Martha L Shaw


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