The sweet fragrance
That assaulted my senses
Reminded me of
The morning dew

The taste of nectar
Decadent in nature's
Beauty that breaths
In a bouquet of rainbow colors
That was only meant for you

With my heart in my hand
I collected each flower
With the intent to be your boo
So I shower you with
All that I have
With love a bouquet
Of flowers just for you

She sat upon her rocking chair
That had a good view of the
Coming and goings of life just outside her porch

She smiled as she remembered
Meeting and greeting people
Over the years ahh yes.....

She remembered her own
Grandfather sitting in this very chair rocking back and forth
And telling her storys
Of his childhood....she smiled

She could hear his voice
As he told her of how back in his day they had to work the land...they had none of these fandangled machines...no siree
She smiled

She remembered the day she brought her boo to met her father for the very first time he had looked at him sternly and asked with that soft spoken voice of his....so what are your intention young man...she smiled

She remembered presenting to both her mother and father her small bundle of joy and the pure joy as they held him for the first time the glow on their faces....words could not discribe...she smiled

She remembered so much that happened on this very porch
She smiled the wind blew softly as she rocked for the last time

And that's how they found her...rocking still in her chair

As she smiled

By Kaila George

Many times I have sat upon
That shelf that we like to ponder on and think about all kinds of things that has happened in and around our life's

Then from this shelf a book is opened in awe and wonder as we are about to travel the unknown not knowing what to expect or see....who knows

The imagination of time and words are painted upon each page as we reflect our inner self  being of what God gave to thee

A smile is drawn from our lips as we read the pages that are now imprinted on our minds

We are what we read a subtle brush of life that is painting all kinds of colors and rainbows from the pages of our lives

Oddly enough the black and white shades of grey are human made often said an error on my part if we speak the God given truth

Humanity has to many shades of grey for us to understand and comprehend

Lets just be what God intended us to be.....the light that guides the blind into the the life of eternity

Dedicated to Dorothy A. Holmes

The insipidness of madness

Attacks all my senses

I feel insane when things don't go right

But rage at time's make you lose yourself

Going beyond the insanity that hide's within your mind

Clutching to reality to feel that you are sane

Then a snap....two click's of your fingers and thumbs

Brings you back to reality...to make your world

Your being feel whole and complete

Then sitting back in the waking dawn

You smile to yourself and walk with your head held high

Knowing that you have kicked the madness to the kerbside

Yes today the madness will not take hold of you

I get like this sometimes

by Kaila George

There will always be
A reserved part of
My heart beating
Quietly in the dark
I protect it with
Love and care because
Its for those whom
Have passed on

Memories unfold
Within my heart,
Mind and soul
And ever single heart
Since gone as touched
And healed my soul

Laughter and life
Are memories
That I recall
Because with out
Their guiding light
I would not be
Who I am today

Ever now and then
I recall lost loved
Ones from the past
So from me to you
To all those gone
I love you and thank you
Straight from my heart

Copyright: Kaila George 2016

Surrounded by a wall of silence
I sit in the evening shade
And ponder on
The meaning of life
I've  collected a few stains
Upon this beating heart
But life breaths its wonder
As I step out of the dark
I have neglected my heart
But now it beats with love
Because of one special man
You know who you are
You hold the key
To my heart