DADDY’S LOVE – ABBA’S SERVANT

 

Tapers on the sofa table

Gently lit the room

For it was night.

 

While mother slept,

Father and I enjoyed the gentle candle light

And stories from another time and place.

 

We needed no warmth

From those candles, though.

That came from father’s heart.

 

He knew I’d be waiing.

I knew he’d come.

Sleep didn’t come easily to him.

 

We spent hours together

He shared so many stories

Oa life as a boy,family,the farm…

 

Tales of many generations

Retold in the gently lit room

Well into the night.

 

Tears come as I share this

But not of sadness,

All of joy!

 

As we retired for the night,

I waited for his sounds of sleep

Before taking to my bed.

 

He is gone now,

But my memories still bring

Love, peace, and rest!

 

By Martha L Shaw – © 2017

 

 

 

 

ARE YOU PREPARED?

He’s Almost Here!

Let us adore Him

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LOVE LIGHT SPILLS THROUGH THE HOLES

The old quilt . . .

Its softness is enhanced

By age and use.

Its colors faded by the light of many days,

And its fibers show wear

Yet its beauty is all I see,

All I feel,

And all I know.

Its story is one of patience

And of time and effort.

It  contains both pain and pleasure.

The fabrics of many lives intertwined

To become one . . .

It is not one story,

But rather generations of stories

Shared by the fire,

Told over tea,

Revealed as fine thread

Wove scraps of many lives

Into something too beautiful not to share.

By Martha L Shaw – © 2013

This lovely quilt, subject of the symbolism in my poem, goes back multiple generations in my family and is approx 150 years old.  Oh, the stories it has to tell me are many!

 

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Snow Angels

Impressions in the snow,

A warmth no chill can mask,

Remind of glad tidings

Both now and yet to come!

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-9-2013

Love Is Like

The old quilt . . .

Its softness is enhanced

By age and use.

Its colors faded by the light of many days,

And its fibers show wear

Yet its beauty is all I see,

All I feel,

And all I know.

Its story is one of patience

And of time and effort.

It  contains both pain and pleasure.

The fabrics of many lives intertwined

To become one . . .

It is not one story,

But rather generations of stories

Shared by the fire,

Told over tea,

Revealed as fine thread

Wove scraps of many lives

Into something too beautiful not to share.

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2013

This lovely quilt, subject of the symbolism in my poem, goes back multiple generations in my family and is approx 150 years old.  Oh, the stories it has to tell me are many!

 

 

 

 

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Mom – Gone But Not Forgotten

Mom made these every year and I have the wrinkled scrap she wrote the recipe on.  It has been a trying year but blessings come to mind as well.  I will share the cookies I make thinking of blessings past and knowing more will come!  The joy and the cookies will be shared!  Cider anyone?

 

 

Bits of sugar,

salt and flour

iced and setting on the tray.

Shared memories . . . making new!

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2014

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BECKY AND THE MYTHICAL TURKEYS!

As we approach Thanksgiving and our focus on giving thanks moves to the forefront where it belongs, I am reminded of my dearly departed best friend and sister in Christ, Becky.  So many stories to share, late night giggles, discoveries, problems solved over ice cream, and the 3 hour phone calls . . . but as soon as my eyes fell upon the word mythical, I thought of turkeys!

As the story began, we chatted on the phone, Becky, my goddaughter Alice, and I.  Alice eagerly shared the tale of the mythical turkeys!  She and her folks had driven through the beautiful mountain roads to visit the grandparents  and in grandma’s neighborhood their journey was halted as a family of turkeys crossed the road.   When my friends reached their destination, they shared the turkey encounter and were told “never seen any wild turkeys around here!”

 

Each time, from that visit on,they met the family of turkeys en route to grandma’s and she always responded that same way and called them “mythical turkeys.” Alice waited for the day grandma would finally see them, but the day never came.  There are NO mythical turkeys in NC, I assure you.  Upon my visit with my friends I SAW THE TURKEYS!   THEY ARE REAL!