Soul Pretty
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul."
I love this quote because attractivness bares so deeply from the innermost part of your being. Its simply an echo of your heart and it gleams throught the oasis of your eyes, touch, vibrations and so much more than just the exterior that one sees at first glance.
Deep Down South 23
Deep Down South 23
Patricia Rae Wesley was the most perfect baby in the world. When she arrived to her new nursery she slept soundly. Since it was on the second floor Billy Ray and Tabitha had a baby monitor installed for when they were not near. Tabitha decided when Patricia was a few months older they would have a small portable crib or play pen they would push from room to room downstairs.
They certainly would never need baby sitters. Gran'ma and Gran'pa along with a half dozen sitters were always on hand.
James was the best. He had already started reading to Patricia Rae. He found a box of children's books tucked away in the nursery on the top shelf. His beloved Patricia had purchased the books for their baby. He felt that his Patricia was right there listening.
“Now Patricia Rae when you learn to speak your first words will probably be Ma Ma and Da Da. I will teach you a little poem and the melody. You are going to grow up loving reading. Your Ma Ma and Da Da both read. Let's start with Over in the Meadow.”
Over in the meadow
In a pond in the sun
Lived an old mother duck
And her little duck one
"Quack!" said the mother
"Quack!" said the one
And they quacked and were happy
In the pond in the sun
Over in the meadow
In a stream so blue
Lived an old mother fish
And her little fish two
"Bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop, bloop!" said the mother
"Bloop, bloop!" said the two
And they swam and were happy
In the stream so blue
Over in the meadow
In a nest in the tree
Lived an old mother bird
And her birdies three
"Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet!" said the mother
"Tweet, tweet, tweet!" said the three
And they sang and were happy
In the nest in the tree
Over in the meadow
On a rock by the shore
Lived and old mother frog
And her little frogs four
"Ribbit!" said the mother
"Ribbit, ribbit,…
James finished the poem and was called downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast.
“Babies smile in their sleep because they’re listening to the whispering of angels.” he said to the crew at the table.
Over the months that followed James read a poem a day to little Patricia plus Over in the meadow.
Tabitha and Billy of course talked to Patricia. They finally brought her downstairs in her little crib or play pen every day. Gran'ma or Gran'pa were always there when Tabitha was not at home. Now that she was a mother of an infant she switched her job at the hospital to being a consultant to shut in elders over her lap top screen. A nurse practitioner would be at the elders home visiting or doing light chores. When he or she were finished they would turn on the lap top for a talk with Tabitha. That talk would be for one hour. Tabitha would ask them a few questions about how they were doing, feeling and general well being. The elders always enjoyed seeing Patricia Ray propped up in her baby seat or sleeping in her crib. They were always cheered by seeing this tiny infant growing. These taped interviews were then passed on to the doctors.
Tabitha was pleased when she was asked if she would enjoy this sort of nursing for a few years.
She happily agreed to continue this type of nursing and be paid.
Gran'ma told her she should keep her notes, eliminating patient names, and write a book or even a text book. “ I know you're super busy with Patricia and helping around the house and garden but I really think Gran'ma is right about at least writing a book. Even if it is not a text book it would be wonderful for adult children to know a way to deal with their elders. Go for it Honey. You rock and you roll. You can do anything. Nothing is impossible!” said Billy.
One afternoon Tabitha, Gran'ma, Patricia and James were in the rose garden. Billy had set up a camera with Gran'ma only knowing it was recording. Today Tabitha was focusing on James' Patricia.
Baby Patricia was now nine months old and sitting on Gran'ma's lap watching everyone.
“James from the pictures you showed me of your Patricia's rose bed she had all roses except for these green plants in the four corners. In the pictures I could not identify the plant. I even had it blown up. The lady at the print shop told me her Grannie had the exact flowers in her rose bed corners. Right there in the shop she called her Grannie and asked if we could walk over as it was a very short walk. Patricia on my back all settled in and I went to see this Grannie. In her garden were these flowers in the picture. I have planted them in your garden. What do you think? Were these the same ones your Patricia had in her garden?” asked Tabitha.
“Why yes this is the exact plant.” said James.
Patricia waved her stuffed bear and squealed
“Gar-lic.”
©Julia A Knaake
It’s Not Okay
You say, “it’s okay,”
But clearly, you don’t understand
What that phrase means
“It’s okay,” words meant to reassure,
To erase heavy burdens,
To ease the deepest of sorrows
Words that are pure and meaningful
When you say, “it’s okay,”
They become an excuse,
A justification for your mistakes,
A cover-up for all
The negative deeds you do
From your mouth, “it’s okay,”
Becomes an empty comfort,
A hollow reassurance
You rob those words of all meaning
You always say, “it’s okay”
But, it’s not always true
Perhaps....
...they're right.
What if you're right and they're all wrong? Do you turn around and follow suit, or do you press on and follow your truth?
That innate sense of knowing, seemingly out of nowhere - Do you trust that gut instinct, that intuition? Do you trust yourself enough to give power to that which you know without knowing, without question? Perhaps..._JNAHA_
#be you #stay true #self love
First Love Shattered My Innocent Heart
I sat in my parents car starry eyed at him as we me small talk in his driveway. All the while he sat outside the driver's side and threw small gravel rocks in the car rims but I fell in love!
The captain of the cross country ski team had to "cancel for a meet" but I was in love with him!
My mouth was red and sore from his braces as I was in love with tall Eric.
He wanted me to touch him 'there'. I didn't want to, but I was in love with Eric!
His voice sounded so good in the church quire. I joined the quire because Eric would be there.
My parents said we had to move away. I would have waited forever for Eric, but he didn't shed a tear and cheated on me the day before I moved away.
He avoided me and didn't say 'good-bye'.
I wrote many letters of forgiveness and longing. His silence spoke but I didn't want to or couldn't listen. His parents made him send the prom pictures four months later.
I finally got it.
Feather in his loaded cap
Blind as a lovesick bat
His feet upon his doormat
I hate to think of that
He never loved me back
~Noisy~Cities~
I saw your smile.
Not the one I carry in my heart,
I mean.. the one you didn't smile in it.
Yes, I saw it...
I saw it and my heart shattered.
It ripped my heart in two, one with me
And the whole with you.
How sad you looked in it!
No, it wasn't the spring bloom
That I carry in my heart,
It was a sad leaf in grayscale.
"Why so sad?" they asked.
You answered, "swimming in the city will do that"
Yeah.. I totally get that- as I swim in a city as well.
My city's called -The Abandoned City-
It's soaked in flesh and blood, blue and moonlight-s.
In my city, the needle drop would echo clockwise
Restlessly! 'til the sunrise.
But, does everything go by name?
Huh, ironically, my city is too noisy and chaotic.
I know your city-
It's noisy and chaotic as mine,
And its seasons are rough and tricky.
As you're looking up to the sunshine
Thinking- this morning is warm and exciting!
It's actually as cold as February, on the inside.
Although-- I wonder...
What is it in your city?
I wonder...
If my city within your borders.
I wonder...
If you've found my body- in the abandoned city.
Have you?
#Sad #Photo #Poetry - #Noisy #Grayscaled #Cities
Wonderland is fading
Silly Alice, drinking and eating and falling
The mad hatter still haunts her
The queen still in her head
The mysterious cat appearing with his riddles
The landscapes unstable, changing, warping
The paradigm is shifting
Wonderland is fading
Replaced with a dream or perhaps just a mirage
A lion of all beasts
Territorial, dominating, a creature of the night
He waits for her to make the kill
She's stuck in indecision
Trying in vein to protect her fragility
Her pieces still scattered on the AstroTurf of a memory
Such vast plains too terrifying
The pieces could be lost forever amongst the grass
She could never return whole if she fell
