She didn't know. Couldn't know. And so she slept in peace. Fluorescent lights flashed frantically to the rhythmatic noise sounding down the halls....sirens....doors sliding, locking, the padded footsteps of nurses hunkering down...yanking little ones from the tentative first time arms of their Mommies and wheeling them to the safety of the glass cage. No, she didn't know, that there amidst the chaos surrounding her first little breath, puff of sweet, sweet awaited air.... peace was born....and neither did we.She had come to us by surprise. Concieved early and accidently, the gift of a rocky rebellious teenage romance. We gathered together, girlscouts around the ever needy campfire, and kindled her, watched her grow....watched her Mama, 16 before her birth, 40 after, grow.....
Her eyes opened, as if in surprise, at everything. Ceiling fans were giant ferris wheels doing cartwheels from the indoor sky. She oooohed and ahhhhed. Our mouths, each word spoken, were enchanted tunnels to places she wanted to travel. She stared. Studied. Leaned closer, until her little eyelashes kissed our lips, until she could almost crawl down our throats and touch the words before they left our hearts. And perhaps she did.
"Me'Me', it's time to rest now".....she tells Kimbies. All of three, and bouncing. But knowing. Me'Me's treatments leave her tired, and thirsty for just a moment's sleep.....She arranges the pillows just so on the couch, and with one shoe off and one shoe on, beckons her grandmother near. Pats the pillow. "Here" she whispers. Her little fingers trace her Mommy's Mama's face.
Love grows.....
She knows......
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I remember the first time Mara Grace touched my face and smile . She was four ,. I was seriously ill at the time. Everyone said I picked up after that love touch
oh sweet jesus, singleton. AWESOME.
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How nicely sweet. :D
Take care
Girl, when are you gonna start writing your novels? You are one of the most talented writers I have ever read, and I'm putting you in there with Toni Morrison, James Patterson, and the rest.
Honestly, now?
And Truman Capote and Harper Lee....
My friend,
Genius is a word which
i dont use lightly.
To me, it describes a human being
who has accessed the infinite potential of the cosmic mind.
A genius displays effortless mastery. AND... consummate humility...
My friend I knew the first time
I read your words.
That i was in the presence of true genius.
This post is moving and incredibly beautiful in its graciousness and insight as is everything you share.
You are perfect.
Loving you, Maithri
Ok, I am tearing up now. I know how profoundly accurate these words are. 'An old soul in a babies body'
We are so very blessed. ILYSVMS
the slb
What a very sweet post!
Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry, a day late.
"Love grows.....
She knows......"
I'm sure she does.
You are wow.
Sandy....and that is the magic we share....the teeny tiny fingertips tracing her lips, listening, learning....life years ahead of birth years....peace~love~healing, my friend
KJ....and this child is awesome, her fluted voice, and spirit, tempertantrumless and patient....a million years wise beyond her life....and her "i'm gonna need braces for sure" smile beaming, contagious, free.....Not just a blessing, THE blessing....healing wrapped in a heartbeat....
Mavin...Thank you....it is nice. We are blessed....in ways we never knew.....
Peace~love, and listen to the little ones, my friends
Just me....Bless you sweet strong wonderful soul....I am writing, like you....spilling, sharing, and this is it.....my paperback story, pages folded, lines crossed out, just the way it happened....our lives, just the way we've lived them....And you are way ahead of me.....
Maithri....Isn't it funny that peace and love and learnedness are often born of tragedy and chaos? That we should have to walk in deep water, against raging currents, to learn to float? I know you believe.....
Skinny....I've been overwhelmed. Her little fingers, hands reaching, up to....
Her painted skies.....
umbrella shells....
butterfly friends....
And the magic potion no Doctor could have concocted.....
her smile....
Hope...Love...Tomorrow.....
Our priceless, priceless love child
Peace~love, my friends, it's free, enjoy it, bask in it, never ever take it for granted.....
Dan.....Like a long lost pen-pal, I wish you well....And hope your Thanksgiving was as blessed as ours....with peace.....
Electric...She knows. And perhaps she has taught us all over again, what she heard way down deep in the beginning.....when she crawled into our hearts.......eyes wide open.....
Peace~love~be thankful, my friends
All the wisdom lies with the children. They do not harbor hatred or carry vendettas. Innocent. They wail when they are bothered and smile when they feel joy. No grudges.
My Grandchildren moved away just a few weeks ago. I am lost without them nearby, as I was used to the glory and wonder of them. They are here since Thursday, visiting. My friends, here for a weekend of sleepovers. The big ones are at old school chums, Yoody is with Na and Papa.
Old soul? You bet. I tell she is magic and ask her to touch my head. She says . "No", like she knows I don't need it, but as I doze on the sofa, she quietly comes and heals me, with her tiny hand, on my forehead, and a kiss.
They know. And they are magic healers.
I meant to say 4 months I keep coming back for more of this pure little face....??Can my Mara Grace be only 27 days away???YAYAYAYA
I can't tell you how many times when I was distressed one of my little babies would come and give me a hug and restore all my strength and determination.
Beautiful. Something about the baby and the last two lines--you are gifted.
...how awesomely sweet... intrinsicly innnocent...beatiful lady, you really could make money, but you are doing it the way it flows, naturally, from the heart... and touching hearts, as it should be... nothing commercial involved...
Sweetspado....I swear Blogger must think I'm getting too wordy in my old age! He just ate my rambling babbling response and sent the computer into lockdown! But you are so very very right, they absolutely are magic.....feel the healing, feel the love! Enjoy your little one Spadofamily!
ibeati....somehow I knew exactly what you meant! Counting down days with you til that beautiful child is in your arms again!
Mary....:) Isn't amazing the strength, courage, determination,faith they restore in us! Love grows......
Enemy....There is something about this baby. Has been from the moment she arrived....
The Gift.....
Shimmerings....I've been meaning to write about this child for the longest time. Her conception rocked a few worlds, her birth, a few more, but her being, her joy, moves mountains.....
"Thank you, Ocean!" she says to the sea....
"The sky is painted!" She says to the clouds....
"Is it okay if I play with your steps?" she says to my house....
sliding out of her sneakers and wiggling her toes....
This little one, whose grandmother held her and lullabyed her with Joe Cocker's famous one liner....
"You are so beautiful to me".....
Peace~love, and love grows, my friends....
Clink!
I'm all about you doing a novel. I would love to read thousands and thousands of words from you.
until she could almost crawl down our throats and touch the words before they left our hearts. And perhaps she did.
That's so beautiful and imaginative. What an expression.
Take care, hippie!
clink ya on the real side.
Eric....Clink! Lemondrops or a cold one? I'm headed to The Butterfly!
Where are ya, hippie? You calling it a night?
and there you have it, all the joy and ache of the universe in a small but growing creation.
i love the way you write.
Beautiful. So many quotables in this piece.
I've often wondered what it would be like, as a wee baby, to sit and watch all the chaos around you with no sense of story behind it.
Eric...I got lost in the rain! The computer had a hissy fit, and took to wild rantings and mumblings! And I soooooo don't do midnight repairs for joy!
Benji...."all the joy and ache".....funny how they are so intertwined throughoout this thing we call living.....sometimes, even, one and the same....
Princess...:)Wild thought! A technicolor silent movie!
Peace~love my friends
Drips....if you happen to pass by here, what's goin' on, my friend?
Wishing you peace.....
Sorry I missed you again, my friend.
Everything OK? I noticed Drips has changed everything, too. I hope he didn't have problems with i-net thieves or something.
You around? Clink me real time.
Peace~love and no problem on the last night repairs. My writing was lackluster, I thought. But it's better today! You'll like it.
Are you there?
Eric...Ha! It wasn't really repairs,more like foot stopping and ummm, cussin', and then scanning and cleaning and waiting forever for it to hum again! But I thought the stuff at the bar was great! And I love how it's open 24 7 11 and we can throw pebbles at the windows anytime,
scribble on the doors,
wander in and out......
Peace my friend, today's the first day back from freedom....
my3 said it again; first, and much better..
i agree!
much love, ~s.
Great post
I love the tunes on the side!!!!!
Aw....so sweet. Love it!
And I can't wait to see your butterfly bride.....
Beautiful. And so peaceful. :)
I keep comimg back for that sweet face !!!
she....much love to you too, I thought about you for a long time yesterday after reading your last post and whispered to myself over and over again....Amen.....
wreckless....yeah baby, we gotta love the music! Hows that ankle coming?
karma....funny the waves, the wave lengths, the sympaticos that bounce between us all....She's almost finished......I'll peop her on the walls of justgivemepeace probably in a day or so......
justrun....she is beautiful! hey, do you have room in your backseat for one more?
ibeati.....your sweet face is coming soon, I'm counting with you girl!
Peace~love my friends
Aw, that was too sweet :)
Wonderfully written.
Sorry to have missed you again. I crashed out at around seven o'clock. Tired as all git out.
But I caught your poems at the B'bar.
Loved it, snowflake dreamer.
Clink!
tossing a pebble right now...
tink!
what a beautiful angel baby. :)
blessed babes, yes..."until she could almost crawl down our throats and touch the words before they left our hearts"...yes...that's it precisely..
(((singleton)))
Orhan....I'm getting all gushy, huh?:) Something about that child.....She just brings it out in me! and love grows.....
Sometimes Saintly....Thank you, the magic is in the living....and watching love grow!
Eric....Oh! Me an you, days and nights, upside down and backwards! They have a name for us you know? Insomniacs. And then we crash.....:) Psssst.....snowflakes came in traffic, heavy traffic, and I had to mantra the thoughts to keep 'em safe......to get 'em to the butterfly bar!
Mindy....Ahhhhhh, she is, she is, she is......Thank you, sweetie!
Karoline....And she did I think! And yes, you know...... Hugs, sweet girl
Peace~love, it grows, my friends
Hippie! Clink me at the butterfly!
You missed a doozie at the end, Sing. You'll see it.
You'll believe!
Peace~love
Eric.....
It was perfect,
a porch party in the snow
in the rain
and youknowiknowyouknow
I believe......
I believe, too.
I know.....:)
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