Whatever Wednesday: So Sweet...

"I Want"

"I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket, that conveys the importance of you. 

To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams. I want all the possibilities of you in writing. 

I want to give you your reflection, I want your eyes on me, I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there, and I want everything before you... 

...everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. 

I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone. 

I want, I want so much... I'm breathless. 

I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so I can sew it. 

I want my words to scream through you. I want the poem not to mean that much. 

And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what I mean. 

I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close, I want endless days when it's day and... nighttime never to end when it's night. 

I want all the seasons in one day. I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us.

I want water up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain, up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. 

...with holes in our shoes. I want to think your thoughts because they're mine. 

I want only what's urgent with you. 

I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when you're supposed to, like you do already. 

...when you're supposed to. And I want you to be tender, like you do already. 

And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. 

And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us. 

I want to forget. I want to remember us. 

And when you say you love me I don't want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun we have in it. 

And I want your smile always, and your grimaces too. 

I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart. 

I want your strength in my soul and I want your soul in my eyes. 

I want to believe everything you say, and I do. 

And I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know. 

And when you're lost I want to find you. 

And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams. 

I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us... and..." 

-chelsea walls

Happy Mothers Day...

I want to wish my Mom, Steve's Mom and all the other mom's out there a Happy Mother's Day! Here is a poem that I really like...

A MOTHER'S LOVE

A Mother's love is something
that no on can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .
It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation . . .
A many splendoured miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God's tender guiding hand.

~Helen Steiner Rice~

Whatever Wednesday: I ♥ These...

 found here

i carry your heart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

e. e. cummings

found here

Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. 

It’s staying with her now because 

she needs you; it’s knowing you 

and she will still care about each other when 

sex and daydreams, fights and futures—

when all that’s on the shelf and done with. 

Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is:

 it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, 

each of you listening for the other’s 

step in the next room, each afraid that a 

sudden silence, a sudden cry, 

could mean a lifetime’s talk is over.

- Brian Moore

found here

Flashback Friday: Written by Yours Truly...

When I was in high school I took a creative writing class. The teacher made a book out of some of the stuff we wrote. I came across this the other day and couldn't help laugh. But before YOU laugh just remember I was in HIGH SCHOOL. Here are the three that I wrote that were selected for the book.

"To My Child"

The other day Maddy brought me a bunch of ribbons(I don't know why I've been keeping them, until now) he pulled out of the drawer and asked me to tie them together and then tie them around Avery and his heads so they could be pirates. They were so cute and having so much fun running around making pirate noises(arrr) I had to take a picture! I couldn't get them to hold still, look at the camera and smile but hey it adds to the pirate affect right? I've been really trying to play with them more and enjoy living in the moment. My sister sent me this next poem in an email and I think it is a great reminder for everyone to live in the now and appreciate the little things.

To My Child

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying.
Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is.
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing, except one more day...

You May...

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

~Kahlil Gibran

Happy Fathers Day Daddy(from the kids)...

Maddy and Avery wanted me to wish you a happy Father's Day and tell you how much they love you...

Maddy(rabbit) said he loves it when you help him ride his dirt bike down our drive way(even when he falls and gets hurt.) He also loves to run and give you kisses when he finally hears the garage door opening and knows you are home for the day. He loves it when you take him to the fish store and to Randy's house. He loves playing "fast" with you and eating everything you like to eat. He loves the weekends because Daddy is home in the morning and comes and gets him when he wakes up. He especially loves it when you and him give each other goodnight hugs and kisses and make whale noises back and forth.

Avery(nawna's) loves when you tickle her with your claw hand and make her giggle. She loves when she gets to hang out on your lap(even though she can't hold still for very long.) She especially loves it when you surprise her with the occasional diaper change. She loves when you go in and give her hugs and calm her down when she wakes up crying.

They think you are the best Daddy in the world and they had so much fun playing with you today. They especially loved coloring with chalk on the sidewalk, hitting golf balls and climbing on you before bedtime. They wanted to make sure you got this poem that they wrote just for you on your special day...

Daddy, I love you

For all that you do.

I’ll kiss you and hug you

‘Cause you love me, too.
You feed me and need me

To teach you to play,

So smile ’cause I love you

More and more, every day.

Love,

Maddy and Avery