Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Friday, July 29, 2011

Sweet Dozer

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He slipped past the virtual fence,
the sun rays calling his name.
The leaves swayed in the morning,
the marathon runners were passing by.
Adventure in the air, he followed,
lured by sounds and friendly people,
he ran to the finish line.
A dog with an important mission,
University of Maryland awarded a medal,
Marlene and Stewart Greenbaum Cancer Center.
Dozer is a celebrity on Facebook,
raising money for important Cancer research
a sweet soul, inspiration to many.




Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Broken Wing

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My wing is broken,
my voice still clear,
but I can't fly.
The light floods the room,
with honey tasting sun,
but it's dark.
Light dances while,
I hide in the shade.
The past is my companion,
whispering in my ear.
My legs move,
but they can't run.
Tears trickle inside,
like a broken faucet.
Outside I am blank,
until I hear sweet footsteps,
"mama", and then I smile,
even though my wing is broken.

Friday, July 22, 2011

The Word Is Love

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Magical words were written about love.
Love is it's own special place.
Love is intense in it's emotion.
It courts us and sweeps us
off our feet into a storm
of a tornado in our minds.
I confess that love is everything,
love is my religion, my  world.
Boys I love more than life,
they are my universe, my everything.
Love is the words we speak,
love dances in our four walls.
Loves whispers in the morning leaves,
love screams with red fire passion.
Love, not easy it needs attention,
to stay alive, to allow growth.
Love is not perfect but beautiful.
He knows me like the tides,
the fire burns in my eyes.
He makes me sane and insane.
I confess that love is everything,
it's the kaleidoscope of our life.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Colorful Bricks




Mom,
in bed,
I watched how you melted into the
white sheets.
The room was bare except
for monitors instead of art that you loved.
When you opened your eyes,
my heart ached,
the twinkle was gone,
the lines of your face disappeared.
Swollen from your body,
shutting down.
I touched you,
containing my tears.
I opened the album,
attempting to show you pictures
of a journey we took
to Legoland in Billund.
Colorful bricks,
that for a moment brought you a childhood
you never had.
You watched happily your eight year old grandson
lose himself in creating art from imagination.
" mom remember",
I begged,
wanting you to fight to live,
wanting your smile to return.
You nodded your head,
and closed your eyes,
weak,
fragile,
tired.
I held the album,
colorful bricks,
won't bring you back to me.
My soul wept
because it knew that you surrendered.
My soul wept because it knew that I lost you.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Compliment Paid



He met brilliant Doctor Paul Farmer,
the founder of  Doctors Without Borders.
He met the exceptional Maya Angelou,
her voice heard and listened to.
" Who is your hero? ", they questioned.
And he answered, " my mom is".
I felt humbled by his words.
He paid me a wonderful compliment.
I raised him alone,single mom,
for the first years of life.
He was my world, I , his.
I fed him love and books.
I nourished him with my heart.
I was his fan and cheerleader.
He says I know the details,
the wonderful pieces to his puzzle.
He says I sacrificed and struggled,
and I say it was easy,
because I love him, my son.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Unanswered Questions




If there's no heaven,
where do we go ?
Our souls in search of a home.
I heard he died the year I was born,
I wondered if our souls crossed one another.
If he had lived,
would he write a blog,
for all to comment,
on his brilliant words.
Would he share tales of Marlin fishing,
drinking and loving.
Would he speak of despair ,
and deep sadness within.
As I reel my fish in,
salt ocean on my skin,
the sun dancing in my eyes,
I think of this.
If there's no heaven ,
where do we go ,
our souls in search of a home.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

One Year Blog Birthday




I just returned from a three day trip to Chicago that was a celebration of a birthday milestone for me.
I am also celebrating a one year birthday of my blog. When I began this journey, I did not know where it will take me. I was working through feelings of grief that were difficult after losing both my parents. I found an outlet to write once again. I also found a community that was supportive and wonderful. I want to take a moment and say thank you for the friendship you extended to me here. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. I am grateful for the support. I am excited to continue this adventure with you.
Thank you !

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

I Eat Seeds


"Who eats seeds", he asks.
"Birds?", he questions.
As I hold the bag,
his eyes watching me.
I want to say that maybe I was a bird
in another life,
and that is why I love the sky and ocean.
I smile,
because if I was a bird ,
I could fly over rooftops,
resting on windowsills while
watching the world go by,
nature's reality television.
" I eat seeds", I answer.
I hold the sunflower seed bag proudly,
still smiling .
I drift away,
I was eight,
holding mom's hand
in a noisy street in Tel-Aviv.
At a shop full of barrels,
filled with seeds and nuts, dried fruit.
The smells of pistachio and almond
intoxicating.
Armed with the bag of delights,
we would head on home.
Friday night,
I would soak in the conversations,
on books, politics, and life's wisdom.
As I listened to dad and friends,
I would taste the seeds,
I would taste life.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Dare To Be



Peer outside the window of life,
walk through the door of mystery.
Seek not the things in reach,
how else would you touch life.
Dive into it's sweet and sour,
abandon the safe and the expected.
Walk through the thunderstorms of life,
armed with your honesty and grace.
Leave yesterday behind to live today.