my woman’s heart is breakin’
daughter, sister, wife, mother, friend
life’s been tough for awhile now
doin’ the best I can
cryin’ too many tears
day by day abidin’
movin’ ever forward
walkin’ step by step
thankful for the gift
of each day
we have together
holdin’ it all together
with bailin’ twine and prayers
November 25, 2012
I’m back inside after walkin’
‘round the block with Blue
under an inky black starlit sky
in the early mornin’ hours
the wind is blowin’ briskly
the temp has dropped past chilly
we didn’t care
dog stopped to sniff and do his biz
I kept good pace down the sidewalk rockin’ my dancin’ frog pajamas
barefoot in my cowgirl boots
November 23, 2012
an early morning fog hovers
thickest by rooftops
chased away by streetlights
and yet stars twinkle through
Light shines from Heaven above
saying, “I Am here”
even in the dark, quiet, stillness
of an early morning walk
with that dog I love so BIG
God loves me more
November 21, 2012
quiet pink streaks
fade to peach
in a pale blue gray sky
I watch the rising of the sun
from my kitchen window
the dishes are even done
November 17, 2012
Last night I slept not long, under the grin of a crooked crescent moon.
On an early morning walk with the dog, the stars were still a twinklin’.
But try as I might, I couldn’t find that slim, silver crescent in the dark of early morn.
November 17, 2012
I did my best Rock Star impression today by wearing black sunglasses trimmed in animal print, that cover half my face, even while indoors. Glad that dreaded eye dilation appointment is behind me and that the news was good. Normal. *happy sigh*
~ Janean
November 15, 2012
I’m a complicated woman
married to a conundrum of a man
Is every marriage like this?
Damn
subtle colors
quiet in tone
this morning’s sun rose
in shades of peach
warming to gold
with the palest of blue
mmmmmmm
oh, so lovely
a soothing balm
much needed
for this hurting heart
today
November 15, 2012
sunrise was spectacular
that’s two days in a row
sighing happy sighs
and thinking, “Yeah God!”
November 11, 2012
The oven timer beeped, “done” at 8:30a.m.
I asked my youngest son, as he was quietly sitting nearby, to tell his big brother, “The cinnamon rolls are ready, it’s time for him to save his game, power down and come upstairs to eat.”
Next thing I knew the basement door was flung open, and that littlest boy used a great big voice to shout, “Get your butt up here! Breakfast is ready!”
I gotta admit, his big brother listened and I laughed aloud in reply.
I was still chuckling and smiling as I handed ‘em each a plateful of iced, cinnamon goodness, baked from a refrigerated Pillsbury tube.
Good morning.
May your day be A Good One.
I’m smiling here, still charmed by my youngest son’s cut to the chase translation.
~ Janean
November 4, 2012
Turquoise Tangles 