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Jan 2019 · 182
Leigh Jacobson Jan 2019
My mind is content
……… then
……… memories are stirred

A familiar smell,

A song we sang,

and here I am missing You

My brother died last year. During the summer. I have so many good memories. Even the last days we spent together. I am so grateful to have had that time with him But today my heart aches and my eyes are overflowing with tears.
Jan 2019 · 375
Never re-broken
Leigh Jacobson Jan 2019
Like a healed broken bone
I am stronger......

Never to be broken in
the same place again.

God is my healer.
Being healed in your spirit takes time for mending. Once accomplished there may be old aches. A healed injury may remind you that it happened,,,Like when the weather is cold, or rain is coming the body may ache.
Nov 2018 · 366
Leigh Jacobson Nov 2018
If only parents behaved the way they expect their children to act.
This has frustrated me all my life. I still see it happening. Parents yelling at their kids when frustrated... for the child who yells out when frustrated. ....and it still does today.
Oct 2018 · 239
My Rhett Butler.
Leigh Jacobson Oct 2018
My sunny sky you brought to light with  A cuddle as you're by my side.  Kisses on my ear abide. You knew just when we were to go. As you'd run side to side and to and fro.   Now you are gone.  When i wake tomorrow  you wont be there to drop into my arms... for our own routine in the morning as we shared our stretces and  yawns.  There be no waiting for me at the door, no wont see you , just just an empty floor.  And momma will miss you on her chair keeping her company while I'm not there. I miss you.
Tonight my toy poodle was killed in the road he woul have been 7 tomorrow . He was a little fella tje best dog.
Aug 2018 · 178
Leigh Jacobson Aug 2018
Impending death of my beautiful  summer as fall encroaches.  Leaves falling. Bare branches like twisted fingers, dry grass with the bald spots  showing soil -i grin and bear it.   I long for sunshine and rain. Oh summer I grieve and anxiously look forward to seeing you after spring next year.
I moved a lot and my parents would always do it right begore the fall when school started. There were ending of friendships always. I think thats why  i feel like tjus when fall appeiaches.
Aug 2018 · 346
Leigh Jacobson Aug 2018
My heart once full now an empty hole. It sneaks up on eyes they run with tears to fill the crater that once was fill and love for you.   My lips quiver,  my throat tightens and wails and moans take over,  erupting like volcanic lava, I can't hold back. I lie my head onto my bed and hug the pillow of folded shirts, I bury my face and take your smell into my lungs, to have you close for a moment, one more hug
; with my eyes closed. You are here.
I miss my brother.  I didn't know it would hurt this bad
Leigh Jacobson Aug 2018
I have made many trips wandering far and wide.  I made it home.  Now that I have made my ending journey. A few words I leave you.
My body faded away. I went on to the glorious blue realm of heaven as the splendid fragrance of sage surrounded me.  Those that have gone on before waved me on with laughter and celebration. An angel so beautiful that words cannot explain opened his arms and invited me to make my final trip.
"Don't be sad, be happy for me."
For today I sit at Jesus feet.

My Spirit took flight with angel's breath
Like leaves in the fall that wain as the
new season comes.

I have reached my final home.
I will see you again when your season comes.
"Don't be sad. Be Happy for me."
I wrote this for my brother . December 2, 1966- July 30, 2018. He is dancing with the angels. 51 years of age
Jun 2018 · 403
The Power of One
Leigh Jacobson Jun 2018
You said "no way it can't be done"
you've never seen the power of one

When the fire was lit to drive me more
I called on God with all  that lay before

It started with a spark to get it going
They look and asked "what is she doing"

I did it for the one that needed a voice
The innocent one who they said had no choice.

They called  me stubborn and even a pain
I don't mind for  I'll do it again.
We are often given opportunities to make a difference. For love of another, for compassion for the less fortunate, the abandoned.  Once who are victims.  It only take one person at a time , making small changes.
Jun 2018 · 315
Leigh Jacobson Jun 2018
I can't do it she said.    
Her thoughts controlled  by fear and doubts.  A word of encouragement busted through giving solutions and strength. She overcame.
Never underestimate the power of the tongue. To build up or down.  You can make a difference.
May 2018 · 196
Uninvited feelings
Leigh Jacobson May 2018
You course through my veins and meet my head in disharmony.   Uninvited but tolerated . No longer reviled,   I speak to you from rehearsed scripts til you linger no more.
Feelings that I don't get along with and Coping that  is a learned through many hardships.  I find #peace from the #Holy Spiri
May 2018 · 226
Leigh Jacobson May 2018
"Ya'll" You ask,      "get it done?"                                                           ­       There is no "ya'll,                                                          ­                           for I am one.                                                             ­                            
 The other in ya'll is supposed to be.                                  
     someone else and not   Just me.                                                      In this life I've learned you see,                                                     many Willing people drop out                                                 
     leaving ya'll to be just me.                                                              ­     It's still to do and no one can see.                                                       I'll do it with my God and Me
O once read that there are many willing people in this world those who are willing to work and those who are willing to let you do it. I stop being disappointed when people say they're going to do something and don't do it or follow through. People will let you down but God will never.
May 2018 · 371
Strangers change
Leigh Jacobson May 2018
A familiar stranger
knocked on my door
and asked "Are you the one
I've known before?"

The face of this heart
It stared at me
Through my net of
pain and disharmony

I'm here it's me
I scream in despair
don't leave me
for I'm still in here.

Let me in she said
I am the one you knew
You see we have  
lots of work to do.

To fix the wounds
the tears and tatters
to rest and talk
Nothing else matters.

I relented with tears
admitting the pain
to grow and repair
So that I remain

Much time we spent
together you see
Getting to know each other
myself and me.

I'll never let
the world take away
Myself again
When we put our worth into others we get lost.
May 2018 · 376
Leigh Jacobson May 2018
In a forest of grass
the tallest **** gives
shade to the smallest.

Even a **** is useful.
In the vast world of hierarchies some don't see their worth. They say "I'm just a ......" Every one is important. Someone is always looking up to someone for help and guidance. Everyone is important.
May 2018 · 282
It was
Leigh Jacobson May 2018
A song, a photo a familiar smell
takes me on a trip along the trails
of my memories  that
are a blink in time.

The good and the tough times,
mingled together in a harmony
that forever plays in my mind.

I am content.
Looking back at struggles and pain: The bad times usually get so much more attention than the good.
Apr 2018 · 260
Leigh Jacobson Apr 2018
CAN YOU HEAR ME?                
  Your lifeless body, the way your chest it rises and falls,  through no effort of its own.... can you hear me?
I wrote this while sitting at the side of the bed with my brother who is on the ventilator. My heart was aching. That he would not feel alone.
Apr 2018 · 243
Free to grow
Leigh Jacobson Apr 2018
Through broken lenses  I see the truth

The facts of life are no longer hidden.

Life no longer seen through

a Rose colored façade.

Free to grow.
The glasses of our life that shield us from the truth. Once broken we can grow.

— The End —