He's Mine

I wrote this awhile ago just for my pup Bailey. He's such a sweetie.

He looked at her, he depended on her

He was so sweet, so attentive

He would do anything for her

Anything to protect her

Being by her side was his ultimate goal

If she was sitting he was there just close enough to touch 

If she was eating so was he

He could watch her for hours 

Peeping from the stairway just out of her sight

Watching with loving eyes

The moment she moved so did he

He knew she was for him

And he would always be by her side

She was the love of his life

And she loved her pup immensely

For Sandra's Baby Shower

My very first public reading of my poems was at my friends Sandra's baby shower. Her and the Ladies Night Out Group - Sandy, Kemba and of course can't forget Kathy :-) had been after me to read and after Sandra's special request I couldn't refuse. With my poetry critic encouraging me through the shower and cheering me on I went forward with it.

For Joseph Wayne Woodward

Life hands us changes

We don't always know what's in store

Whats ahead or what's right around the corner

We think that certain aspects of our life are over

But then fate takes a different turn and the unexpected can happen

We can welcome it, embrace it, reject or defy it

But in the end it will still be with us. 

Sandra's faith and strength, allow her to welcome and embrace her change

Joseph Wayne will be treasured and cherished. Pampered and spoiled

And loved beyond measure. 

Yes he will bring the unexpected changes and old memories back into in her life

From late nights to potty training to kindergarten through the teen years

Her love for him will be abundant, ever flowing,ever lasting 

This great gift she's been given along w her other two bundles if joy

Will round out her life complete

And add additional blessings upon her

Not Alone on My Journey

I realized after my job and embarking on my next chapter in life that I was not alone on this journey :-)

No where to go and nothing to do

Finally it sinks in, there is no more work

Do I have purpose now?  

I have to come up with new goals, new dreams, new ideas

I knew this time would come,

But one is never actually prepared for this, I really wasn't quite ready

I hadn't mentally accepted my new fate 

But here it is, right in my face

Am I ready for this new challenge? I must reinvent myself

But I am not alone in this life altering transformation

My clothes are calling to me.  They have become lonely and desolate 

Without the twirl of the rack in my daily game preparation I used to play

The dress or skirt, black or blue, pumps or sling backs

They all tried to shine imperiously wanting to get my attention

Choose me, wear me, they appeared to shout

Now the casual clothes are blossoming giving a chagrined nod

To the once business, professional wear that has moved to the back

Relished to only be chosen possibly, hopefully, optimistically for church

Or on the off chance that an interview may come their way

Oh how they were once regaled as every day wear

The slacks shined on the curvaceousness of my hips

The dresses swayed in soft motion against my legs

The heels giving way to fierce and dazzling calves 

None to worry they will shine once more

Even brighter, more majestically in my new environment

That has yet to be named, but is out there for me. 

Blogging, Me?

Working outside my personal comfort zone

Everyone will be able to see what's in my heart

What's going on inside my mind

What looms deep within my soul

Am I prepared for that?

Bigger question, is the world ready to be a part of my exposés?

In either light I am going forward, plodding ahead, moving on

Making this the latest chapter in my life. 

A Job Ending

As I ended my job for 9 years this came to me

The Last Time

I looked out at the view I had seen so many times before.

Breathtaking sunsets, flourishing blooms of spring,

Tantalizing colors of fall that stroked the top of the tree lines,

Across my vast office window. 

It is ironically perfect that the day is dreary and filled with rain.

Cleaning out, throwing away discarding all the memories,

Of work done hard over the course of time. 

It is a melancholy moment for me,

Thoughts of projects, meetings and programs,

All discarded quickly into a shredding bin 

That seemed to take a part of me away as well.

I do not cry  about the past, for these words are my tears.

My writing speaks and feels and emotionalizes for me. 

Goodbye, farewell,  so long, for this is the last time.

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