August 20, 2012

Friends pick us up when we fall down
and if they cannot pick us up,
they lie down and listen for a while! 
Cheryl Donovan, NY

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Carole Wolfram, UT
It has already disappeared...
The day after the pictures were shot there is no evidence it ever existed!
We took them at night when first discovered...Pretty kewl, huh? dmf

Submitted to 'Expressions' from
Dena M. Ferrari, NC

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Vernette Hutcheson, LA

August 16, 2012

A Dove’s Dream

Wing span seeks the circle of
bright white light above its tips,
gliding as if an artist pen lingers
in the feathers of delicate white

Height touches a shivering cold
not yet warmed by the venture,
waits to happen within the flight
of the Dove’s struggling wings

Flying in a circular fashion that
lifts the Dove higher and higher,
the wings momentum climbs steady
to reach the glowing white light

Blinded by the brilliance the flight must
quickly descend coming back to a reality,
to one’s station in life that is home as
the Dove that was dreaming - awakes

August 13, 2012

You don't have to look like me to be my firend...

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Barbara Dyson, NV

August 12, 2012

The Sixteenth Year

The thought of sixteen comes painfully,
as if a stab in the heart from a memory
of an unfair justice, a choice not made of me,
a decision coming from a greater power
an event that is not of my will.

Yesterday is so vivid, painfully real,
a reality that I never want to endure again,
before my eyes close for the final journey,
when I seek the peace and love from my God,
as He promised me from the beginning.

A single tear comes to my eye as I
remember you and then I weep for
you are no more, you I cannot touch,
you I cannot see or lovingly feel,
for you were taken away for a purpose.

The memory of you is vivid as I remember
the gentleness of your eyes, the sweetness
of your smile, remembering the softness
of your voice as you whispered,
“I love you, Mom”.

I cry tears of a Mother’s emptiness,
for my Sunshine was taken that day
you saw the bright light leading
you to wherever we take our journey,
wherever is His will, whatever is His plan -
knowing we shall embrace again.

Dedicated to My Beloved Son
John Thomas Orokos
January 5, 1962 - August 12, 1996

© 2012 Rhoda Galgiani

August 9, 2012

Submitted to 'Expressions' by
Barbara Dyson, NV

August 4, 2012

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 'No Snow for Johnny'
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