MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE

My lovely granddaughter was born on Jan. 26th

Her name is Rose Elizabeth

My heart is overflowing with love!

Thank you Bess & Jon for this beautiful gift.

Such a blessing and such a miracle!

A granddaughter is a gift from above

one to cherish and love.

-author unknown

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~Promise~

Darlin'

when danger lurks

beside you

reach your hand

to close-clasp mine

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I will be away for a while.

Going to be with my daughter to help her with Rose.

When I return to blogging I shall be happy to visit everyone.

Till then, be well, take care and be happy!

Love

Margie

*Update* Thanks everyone for all the wonderful and kind comments!

I'm still helping with my beautiful Rose!

With Rose and her mommy all week and come home on the weekends.

All is going well and I so love my beautiful Rose!

I'm so blessed!

Heading to Denver early tomorrow morning. (Mon. Feb. 13th)

Oh, added a picture of mommy and daughter!

My precious angels!

Wishing everyone much joy and love!

Take care, you are all wonderful!

CROSS-COUNTRY

Through an avenue of trees

we slipped

cold snow squeaked

beneath our long, thin skis.

Underneath featherbeds of white

fir arms bent dowm

and brushed our shoulders

as we passed between.

We heard the rustling

of the birds

saw tracks of deer

one small, gray squirrel

ran by in fear

of who we were

two-legged creatures

in his silent world.

We reached the open meadow

sun on crystal snow

felt the sharp cold bite of wind.

Then with a rhythmic flow

of motion glided slowly down

to find protected

woods below.

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We have been meeting up with some of our college friends from Boston for the past six years in Breckinridge Colorado.

We all enjoy cross-country skiing

We 'll be going again in March.

LIFE'S LITTLE MIRACLE

So many, many, things take place

along life's busy way

to make us laugh, and cry and sing
each and every day ...

But the Little Miracle secure

within your eager arms

is your lease on happiness

with her captivating charms ...

So cherish and enjoy her

guide her, help her when you can

and when you see her stumble

reach out a loving, steady hand ...

Then when she's big and stands alone

be not afraid to let her go

to walk her path

with head held high

for God and Love hath made her so.

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Picture is of my beautiful daughter, Bess.

She has grown into an amazing and wonderful young woman!

She is a blessing in my life!

MAGIC

Magic is the sun rising high

in the eastern sky

to sink in brazen glory

in the golden west.

It's the secret guarded well

that daisies won't tell

as they nod their happy heads in jest.

Magic is the free

flowing waters of the sea-

gulls overhead

wings spread in flight.

It's a glistening star

viewed from afar

shining o'er the world through the night.

Magic is the slow birth

of sweet Mother Earth

from the seedlet to the rose's bloom.

It's a pattern without reason

for every changing season

intricately woven on

Mother Nature's loom.

Magic is the wild

carefree mind of a child

as she runs 'neath laughing skies of blue.

But, more importantly

at least, it is to me

Magic is the wonder

of my love for you!

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This picture was taken on a visit to Palm Springs, CA.

last October. Newport Beach was truly Magical!

WHAT I NEED

A love for my heart

Good thoughts for my head

Tasks for my hands

Butter for my bread

Sleep for my nights

Work for my days

Courage for trouble

A little bit of praise

A song for my soul

Strength for any test

That's all I ask for

You take the rest

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This poem is a repost from 2006.

The picture was taken last year, a family picture, with my daughter and son and also lovable, sweet Jake!

Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, and Happy Hanukkah

and a wonderful New Year full of love, peace and joy!

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Rejoice with your family in the beautiful land of life.

~Albert Einstein

SOMETIMES, LISTENING ...

Oh, many years were gone

before I understood

prayer is not only asking

for what I think is good

not always agonized appeal

or rapt petitioning

but sometimes silent tuning-in

Quiescent listening ...

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Photo was taken on my recent trip to Nova Scotia.

The lake with the water lilies was so lovely!

I sat quietly with my niece and felt such peace!

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Shall be back to blogging when I feel the heart of it!

Not there right now but hope to be soon.

Will try my best to do some blog visiting, though.

Have missed everyone!

~ Margie xx

SEE YOU IN OCTOBER ... (early October)

Wishing everyone a wonderful rest of the summer!

I'm taking a little break from blogging as in 3 weeks I'll be going on vacation. Heading up to Nova Scotia (one of my favorite places in the world!) to visit my family. I have so much to do before I leave and will have no time to blog.

But, I shall visit your blogs one more time before I take my break.

So, see you in October ... be well, be happy and enjoy life like the heart of a child!

Love and light ...

Margie :-)

A little poem before I leave ...

SUMMERTIME

When velvet bees rove lazily

amid the sunwarmed clovers

and summer hours drift hazily

these are the days for rovers ...

When August holds high fragrancy

and dreams are for the taking

my heart in wanton vagrancy

belies all future aching.

FIRST

Supposedly my dog Patches

never exactly belonged to me

but he was patient and gracious

helping a kid learn to play "go get it"

("fetch" was a foreign word then)

and showing me when enough was enough

("Don't wear him out" dad said

"He gets tired just as you do)

Patches ran the trails with dad

and peacefully tolerated me

as I learned that dogs need praise

and water and love.

He didn't deserve that painful death

from distemper.

Gentle little dog

wherever you wait now

maybe you barely remember me

but I need to send belated thanks

for that long-ago start

towards many years

of incomparable friendships.

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This is not a picture of my Patches but looks very much like him.

Patches was my first dog, my best dog !

SURPRISES

I am surprised at the red of the maples
Amazed at the spriggy young peach tree and plum
the wild berry canes are covered with silver
and here is a hoptoad big as my thumb ...

Astonished am I at the faint of the violet
that flows in among the dawn's softest gray
Delighted with noon so clear in its challenge
and almost amazed at the closing of day ...

But children, the children! Like butterflies flitting
like blooms that burst forth on a stream's
shining brink -
like birds that are spilled hit-a-miss in the
heavens -
so dazzled am I it is futile to think.

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(Painting by artist Jack Vettriano)
http://www.heart-break.co.uk

A GALLOPING HORSE IS TODAY ...

Jump on behind, you who would ride with me

or in front for we ride bareback

in closer contact with our mount

the source of energy between our legs ...

No one can hold to slower gait

this golden day that freshened

by two days of resting clouds and showers

on the upturned face of August

leaves the restless river dappled green

with algae through which the ducks

make streaks in patterns along the shore

as they chase each other with ardor

or with punishing intent. Must we remain

static in our watching? The road

along the bank is for our riding

and there will never be an end

to our racing river. We must make

the most of this pungent day, the only one

of its special kind there will ever be.

We who find this so penetratingly sweet

in our loving of the earth and of each other

must not let a moment of this glorious day escape.

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(The picture was taken by me.)

THE SEASONS

I understand the seasons now

I know their shades are varied
moods and knowing savor
each in turn ...
The lightning, sudden
frightening bolts of brightness ...
let it come ... for this is beauty
deepest mood that complements
the peaceful days ...
Then let it pass, let winds
blow soft and brush my cheek
with moistened lips ...
for this is beauty, deepest calm
that complements the stormy days ...
Let each shade color me
in turn, the red, the blue
the purple days
for I would know the shades of each
yet be the color of the whole.

TO MY HUSBAND ...

Sweetheart, you are more to me than dearness ... more than love
and yet these two are inseparably bound
in every thought and concept
I have of you ...

In your fleeting smile
and in the sweeter sound
of your lyrical voice
in every strand of hair that frames
those calm and ever comprehending eyes
that see within my very soul
and you understand and
empathize ...
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(Thank you, dearest!)
(I love you!)

LAUGHTER IS A LYRIC THING

Laughter is a lyric thing

with shining wings fluttering

through its echoes joyful notes ring

sweet laughter is a lyric thing

like the song of birds ...

Fragrances and starriness

sudden smiles ... a sweet caress

little ways that cheer and bless

surprisingly ... adventuring

like the song of birds ...

Your laughter is a lyric thing

all your love-thoughts echoing

half-dreamed wishes whispering

your laughter is a lyric thing

like the song of birds ...

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Dedicated to my wonderful husband.

I so miss his sweet and lyrical laughter when he's away!

THE ROBIN

A cherry
or berry
has stained up your breast
it is merry
oh! very
to see you so dressed ...
you bring us
and sing us
an old but dear song
of tune-time
and June-time
of love that is strong
you appear
and you cheer
with expressions of pleasure
have brought us
and wrought us
fresh hope set to measure
playfully
gayfully
you fill our life-cup
you greet us
and meet us
with " Cheery - cheer up!"

SMALL SONGS

Some songs are silver cymbals
and some are jeweled lutes
and some are eflins dancing
and some are magic flutes
Bird songs! Fire tipped harmonies
flame across far centuries
some songs are bright wings glancing
by leaf-hid waterfalls
and others eye entrancing
and some are laughing calls
across strange space where starlight
streams-
Go, little songs and bear our dreams
some songs are flame-borne whisperings
poets have spoken of
but all are from the time-harp's strings
that God has struck - for Love.
Such charm and cheer came not by
chance-
God too loves rhythm and romance!
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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com/
Thank you, Lorraine!

MANY A MOON

The tears I shed for lost balloons

and bursting bubbles soon were dried ...

my sobbing pleas for silvery moons

with lesser gifts were satisfied ...

Many a reach has failed its mark

since then and many a moon has waned ...

but love I cried for in the dark

came to bless me and remained.

HEADY DAY ...

The wrestling rain and wind of yesterday

have fought each other to a draw ...

Uncertainty died in the forgetting night

Morning is born anew

with no remembrance

of what went on before ...

The far of mountains laced with snow

are bluer in the sun and nothing stirs ...

Breathlessness becomes the newborn spring ...

The grass pricks up its tiny blades

and near the rocks the heat of sun

brings into early blossoming

flowers that spread their fragrance

over all the plain ...

There is a heady steam

of renewal in the air

as life begins again.
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Photo taken by my husband.
He's a great photographer!

IN A VETERINARIAN'S WAITING ROOM

Our emotions are bare

as the walls surround us ...

our feelings exposed

as the pets on our laps ...

We all meet as strangers

but the things we discuss ...

are life ... love ... and death

too revealing perhaps ...

Our sick little creatures

dissolve inhibitions ...

when our names are called

we arise and depart ...

All unaware of our

own frank expositions ...

each leaving behind

a small piece of their heart!

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Picture is of my cat, Smokey.

She has kidney disease and I take her to our vet for IV treatments twice a week.

She is 16 years old and such a sweetheart!

I DID NOT KNOW ...

I did not know that silence

could sound like light ...

I did not know that music

could stretch a landscape into forever ...

so it could blossom into

a million gardens ...

or that my eyes could paint

a cobalt sky ...

I did not know the sight of you

would change my life forever ...

into a daily hourly hosanna

of my love for you ...

I did not know!

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Photo courtesy of Lorraine at:

http://wordsflowandstuffl.blogspot.com

Thanks so much, Lorraine!

THERE SHALL BE ROSES

It rained the day we said good-bye

and I heard someone say ...

"How sad that rain should bring

an added gloom."

They did not know

how much you loved spring rain ...

and what delight was yours

in strolling through your garden

on nature's wash-day ...

Soft spring rain is falling now ...

Remembering ... I pause at the window ...

You are there ... among the growing things ...

your benevolent hands caressing

the newly-washed green ... the bud ...

This spring ... there shall be roses ...

growing ... blooming ... where you sleep.

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In memory of my dear friend, Mary.

She died in the spring of 2006.