You were a secret
Not supposed to be found
Yet,you have been
Names and feelings
Herstories and Histories
The DNA is one thing but the stories and memories
Lost to me and my family
Speaking of which ,you are also my family
It is coming true
It is real
What was never before now is about to come before me
Those who link us passed long ago
Painfully we can’t ask questions
Perhaps,you have the answers so we never break again
We bond,it is real
Remembering those we lost and loved

C@rainbowchaser2020

let that little inclination to tap your feet when the music plays
or smile back
fill ya'

let the sudden little desire to say good morning, good afternoon, or good evening
burst out of ya'

ain't no accumulation prize
for the most repressed

if you got limbs you oughta
shake them

if you got words stored in ya'
you oughta pour them out
like pennies from a jar

The wind howls and whips
Blowing snow as it rips
Away heat and living things
Huddle in the chill it brings
White whirling in the air
Mother nature doesn’t care
That protection’s wearing thin
Her icy fingers burning skin
The need to hide and survive
Drives all creatures still alive
As the weakest fade and fall
Now the strongest beat them all

There are times
When I feel like crying
So I stand in the rain
And pour

There is something in his smile
            maybe those tiny teeth
                  or just his pink lips

But he got me at Mom
         with his tiny sweet voice
                he was just months old

And I'm needing him daily
       his tiny hand holding mine
               telling me I love you
                
Can you believe me?
        My son, my baby, my life
                My everything, cutie pie

My tiny blessing.

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ the Lord I stand.

written by Linda Sandell