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I am My Motherís Heart

I am My Motherís Heart

I am my Motherís heart

She has sent me that feeling

Right from the very start

When in the womb

I felt her love

And hungerÖ

But she always saw to it

I had what I needed

My Motherís heart

Breaks frequently

She feels such pain

And hides from me

But I knowÖ

I am my Motherís heart

©Lisa 3/20/04


Just One Drop in the Bucket

Just one drop in the bucket

Is all Iím asking for

One drop in the bucket

To offer one small dollar

To a beggar on the street

To give a cup of soup

To a child who cannot eat

To allow yourself the passion

To spend on something nice

What really matters

Is the one true sacrifice

One drop in the bucket

Is nothing compared?

To the blood of Jesus

For our lives to be spared

One drop in the bucket

Can clean up inner streets

One drop in the bucket

Is it too much they should need?

There is a child I know so well

Before we met her life was hell

Mother of four all under ten

Made to pay for their Fatherís sin

This grown child woman

She was hurting but so proud

Her stomach would rumble

But I pretended it was not loud

But at night it would beckon

That rumble took my sleep

And I could not rest

Until I fed the need

With passion

For this soul at night

I prepared a feast

It was of such delight

And took my friend this warm repast

There no longer needed to be this fast

What did I do?

One drop in the bucket

Feeds a family

One drop in the bucket

Blends like harmony

What did I do?

Is this like you?

All I know is the blood of Jesus

Is so much more than this

DropÖ-dropÖdropÖ

One drop in the bucket

What did I do?

Nothing compared to His greatness

I just eased my conscience

One drop in the bucketÖ

©Lisa

3/22/04

 

This is a poem dedicated to my dear, sweet husband Tony:

This is a poem dedicated to my dear, sweet husband Tony:

Until You

Until You

The sun didnít shine as bright

The day seemed to run to night

The feeling of love wasnít right

Until You

You changed the way I feel

You helped me look forward and heal

You showed me a love that is real

This was you

And now

Days are full of love

Restored by faith in Godís love

Now I know true love

Because of you

Love,

Lisa

Valentineís Day

February 14, 2004



Fresh Glass

Fresh Glass

Hot sand

Flames high

Stoke the base

Fresh Glass

 

Flute of pipe

Blowing steam

Forming clean

Fresh Glass

 

Scalding

Forming

Blowing

Breathing

Life

Fresh Glass

 

Never wanting

Only giving

Cause for living

Fresh Glass

 

Green of nature

Full of nurture

Never less than

Fresh Glass

LDA 12/12/03 ©



Mew, Mew, Mew Ė A Feline Love Story

Mew, Mew, Mew Ė A Feline Love Story

By LD

Driving through downtown Raleigh on a sunny Sunday afternoon I was touring, a frequent hobby on such a lazy day. Off to the side of the road was a glimpse of a little furry body, no bigger than the side mirror of my Celica. Slowing down and pulling over I must have been spotted. The little body of fur ran over to a pile of debris, only the pile was moving! It appeared the "debris" had legs as it rolled over and playfully tussled with the furry body.

Off to the side I saw two grown mama cats, strays one would say, but by no generic means. One was gray and white and splattered with spots and the other was rusty gold and white with splatters as well. Off to the side was evidence of the source of the splattering. There was a puddle of muck and mire that had evidently been attacked by a tire in the kittyís range.

By the time I was out of my car and well on the way to catch a lens view through the imaginary camera in my mind. First "Rusilla" caught me leering at her baby and "Ashley" glared back at me. Both started yowling in unison, and I offered my assurance. "Donít worry I wonít hurt your babies." I shook with amazement at the next statement, not from me.

Rusilla retorted with: "No you wonít hurt our babies, we wonít let you!"

Shaking my head in amazement I daringly edged my way close. By the time I was a carís width away from the babies Rusilla was jumping off her wall throne and fluffed to protect her offspring. Ashley followed suit. Speaking again as to how I could be trusted and how I could help I heard and felt Rusillaís reply.

"Why should we trust you? Nobody else wants us around. We have been thriving quite well without your help!"

Motioning toward the babies I remarked how pretty they were but how the weather would be turning soon and they would need a good, warm home.

Ashley then spoke up; she had a meeker tone and looked at Rusilla. "Hey, she has a good point. What will happen to our babies?"

Rusilla fluffed again in defense and pride justified in her words: "Whoís to say she wonít abandon us. You know the time Billie and Bobbie lost their babies. Some big guy just pulled up and took their babies and left their parents to cry themselves to death. I just donít want to live not knowing our babies are okay."

Now I knew what I must do! My confident reply: "How about I take you all home with me? You can all stay at my house and never have to worry about the weather, finding food or anything!"

Rusilla and Ashley looked at me as if amazed. Ashley spoke up: "You would do that for us? Why?"

"Why not? I have met you now and you have wrapped yourselves around my heart."

"Mew, mew, mew." I looked at my feet or you could say felt two sets of paws clawing and my (thank God I am wearing pants) leg.

"It seems your babies have decided but wonít you follow suit and come along?"

"Well, seems as ifÖ" Rusilla conceded.

"Letís go, Iím hungry." Ashley agreed.

Rusilla replied: "Yes, letís."

Once home with four new family members they were ready to put me to the test. The scent of salmon filled the air as I, the unprepared hostess, rummage through the cupboard for the first of many feasts. Having placed the dishes, pie tins and plastic containers in a line up on the floor I could barely move away quick enough. Two youngsters were scaling my legs and two moms were licking their chops.

"Bon appetit, my little friends," I announced. No need to do so as they were well into their flinging feast almost to the bottoms of their kitty china.

Satisfied and ready to nap, the kittys made themselves at home.

 

My house became a home when love walked through the door, wrapped up in my heart they would suffer never more.

As I settled in to my big fluffy bed I noticed much activity around me. All were searching for their beds for the night. Not quite home enough for them to trust they finally settled by the back door. Truthfully I acknowledged they all needed a proper bathing and shots and I pondered about how to approach this issue.

Answers came as the new day presented itself. Rusilla, Ashley, Billy and Jenny (now that I have learned the babies names) were are lined up in my bedroom door, staring me awake. All eyes wide open I moseyed in to the kitchen to find breakfast for five. Scratching through my limited supply I managed to find enough for a simple entrée.

"Mew, mew, mew." Is the message I heard from all. Assuming they were satisfied I proceeded to the door, car keys in hand.

"Well friends I must run to the store and pick us up some groceries. Rusilla, Ashley do you have any special requests? I also plan to pick up some bath items and flea treatments at the vets. Care to ride along?"

Rusilla spoke in an uncertain tone. "What is a vet?"

"Well, a vet or veterinarian is a special doctor who helps animals who are sick to get well. Also a vet helps all animals become healthy and strong. They give shots and help with bathing and other hygiene."

"Hmm," Rusilla replied, "maybe we need to go see this vet so we can be healthy." With this he motioned to his troop and they all lined up at the door. "Letís go to the vets."

What one did not know about was the call I snuck to the vetís office earlier.

"Well, here we are kitty crew, who wants to go first?"

"Of course I will." Rusilla insisted. "I have to check this vet out before I let anybody else go in." Rusilla proudly sauntered on down the hallway. Staff members remarked along the trail about what a pretty puss Rusilla was. She acted nonchalant, while she fluffed her fur and picked up her strut. Once she eyed the doctor she turned to me and mewed. No talk from Rusilla in front of the vet. Picking up the cue I commenced.

"Hello doctor. This is Rusilla. She is one of four new family members. She wanted to check you out before she would allow her family to come see you. They are waiting in the lobby. You see, doc, I found this family downtown. How could I leave them with knowing that winter could be rough? I just want to keep them well and fed and they are welcome to stay in my home."

One could see the concern in the docís eyes and hear it in his voice. "Well, you know feral cats may never make good pets, but they may do better with shots and neutering." The doc then proceeded to lightly touch Rusilla on her back. Rusilla flinched but looked at my face and managed to calm.

"Please explain shots and neutering to me so I can think this over." I requested from the doctor. He went on to explain what shots were necessary and why neutering was a good idea. As well he also explained the virtues of hygiene. With a nod of my head the doctor excused himself. As soon as the door was closed Rusilla looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"Where does he think he is coming from? We will be fine in your home. You seem like you care and if you change on us it is out the door we go. That is fair enough for me. Can we get the shots and neutering?"

"Of course Rusilla and you are so right. If I ever displease you then you can feel free to go elsewhere. It may break my heartÖbutÖ"

The doctor reentered and I requested shots and baths for all and appointments for neutering. At my special request my "family" was able to select their own bathing supplies and food at the vets pet supply store.

Pushing little shopping carts the kitties shopped in the pet spa. Filling their baskets with lovely scented soaps they seemed to actually enjoy their first shopping trip. "Mew, mew, mew." The babies responded, looking in my eyes. They were obviously enjoying their ride in the baskets and looking all over the goods.

Having selected a pouch of treats I offered a sample to each. All were very grateful for such a gesture.

Once home we are all a bit tired form the adventurous morning. Hungry as well we all had a nice and much healthier lunch. As I settled into my easy chair I was just beginning to doze when I felt a thump. A hairy tail is grazing my head. Next there was another thump one the arm of the chair and a nose kneading into the back of my hand. Before long my comfortable easy chair accommodated five very content folks. The scent of lilacs filled the air. All was mellow in our little world.

My, correction, our home knows no better love than the love of feline kind.

By the way, Rusilla informed me: "Mew, mew, mew" is kitten talk for "I love you."

© LD 8/02/2003

 

Beautiful Women

by Lisa D.

Homeless but not Soul-less

Beautiful Women
Not creatures of the dark
Not filthy from the day to day struggle
Not less than anyone else

Beautiful Women
Loved by their own Spirits
To be Souls evermore respected
They know no sin

Beautiful Women
Lives touched by simplicity
Creating dances of joy
For a simple task of love

Beautiful Women
Know not the agony of defeat
Strengthened by the opposing sorrows
Knowing more than one can ever know

Beautiful Women
Never hold there hands out for more
Always have a kind word to speak
Have gratitude for that which we forget

Beautiful Women
Touch me in a way I cannot say
Create the desire in me to serve
For just one moment in knowing

Beautiful Women

Written: 3/04/03


Giving it All a Chance by Lisa D.

Giving it all a chance
One can fall right on her face
Taking the greatest risk
To leave all and not disgrace

Giving it all a chance
Where all you have is you
Putting your best foot forward
With trust that your dreams will come true

Giving it all a chance
Pulling roots from your last home
With suitcase packed and nothing else
Taking a chance at becoming unknown

Giving it all a chance
Trusting in the soul within self
Knowing you can fall the farthest of all
You take the path known well

Giving it all a chance
Your life can take a turn
To risk all you have you are aware
To take a chance to learn

Giving it all a chance
Homeless and despairing for warmth
You take the leap of faith
You know you are shielded from harm

Giving it all a chance
You treasure what you have and more
And vow to always be mindful of those
Who you are to help and support

Giving it all a chance
It seems you have learned so much
And getting to where you have
It is inevitable that you must touch

Giving it all a chance
Others will have more
For you were willing to take the risk
To find you were called to their door

Written 3/04/03

Joy! Joy! Joy! by LD

When the sun goes down

My tummy will be full

When the sun goes down

I will end a day of toil

When the sun goes down

I will be a happy child

When the sun goes down

My day has been worthwhile

To do all the things I do

To cherish each moment itís true

That no matter what crosses my day

Today I sought the best way

When the sun comes up

I will rejoice

When the sun comes up

Iíll have a new voice

When the sun comes up

I know Iíll eat

When the sun comes up

Iíll land on my feet

Joy, joy, joy

Sings each girl and boy

Happy to be

Simply you and simply me



One of the most special Christmases was when my Mother in Law came back to life

A Bittersweet Christmas

One of the most special Christmases was when my Mother in Law came back to life. My husband and daughter and I went to Wallace NC to spend Christmas with his Mother. She had been feeling pretty ill and we had been in the process of tests and trying to solve the health problem. She had jaundice and we were waiting for test results. Christmas is her birthday and she was to be 77 that Christmas 2000. I stayed up a good part of the night cooking and checking on her. We were so concerned about her health and lack of appetite and energy. As a result, she was becoming more frail. It seemed to take too long to find out the problem. I finally laid my head to rest about 2 a.m. I woke at about 8 a.m. and checked on Mom. She seemed to be resting peacefully and did not stir at all when I checked on her. That was kind of puzzling to me because she was such a light sleeper. I woke my husband up and remarked to him about how soundly she was sleeping. He jumped up from the bed and went to check on her. The next things I knew lights were on and he was shaking her to try to wake her up. Then we noticed other signs that something was not right. I called 911 and the paramedics were able to get a sugar reading of 19. She had been diagnosed as having diabetes and her health issues seemed to confirm that diagnosis. She was rushed to the nearest hospital. We anxiously waited for a report and finally after much too long a wait I was told I could go back to be with her. She was sitting up in the bed and actually eating! She had a smile on her face and I was in shock and awe that she was so alert and somewhat jovial! What a miracle! We thought Ė this is home free and surely God had other plans for her birthday than to have a homecoming just yet. She stayed in the hospital and later the sad diagnosis of pancreatic cancer came. Nonetheless God spared her for one last Christmas and we rejoiced that her Angels blessed her to know a Happy Birthday shared with Jesus. What a blessing to have this time and oh yes, we did have turkey even if it was in the hospital.

LDA 12/12/03 ©




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