Seasonal Pieces from my Heart to Yours....
September 12, 2007
(Published in Long Story Short's December, 2007 issue. Visit www.alongstoryshort.net today.)
Eager anticipation of
Christmas Eve treats
Christmas Day surprises
And magnificent feasts
Keep bright youthful faces
Wondering with glee,
What, oh what, will
Santa bring to me?
Bobby thinks a truck
Or car would be nice.
Susie feels a new doll
With clothes would suffice.
Both agree peppermint
Sticks are a must--
With fruit and nuts
Their socks will bust!
This Christmas, though,
Some may need more.
Leave me off your list
If their blessings must pour.
I have what I need–
Family, friends, love.
These things I claim
From my God above.
But, Santa, one
Thing I do lack.
Perchance, could a husband
Sneak into your sack?
March 1, 2007
An Easter story with a surprising twist. Visit the "Short Story" page to read it in its entirety.
February 13, 2007
Colours of A Mother's World
Spectral shades endlessly
Entwine in never-ending circles
That mark the passage of time.
VIVID TANGERINE FUSCHIA
Amidst two sons
Wrapped with blue,
Eternal joys to buffer trials.
Sun sets as night falls.
CORAL, MAUVE, SLATE
Sunrise tiptoes in.
Wedding garb of
White, black, and robin's egg blue,
Guests in multiple summer-time hues,
Park gazebo yields
Son wed, glow of time
Slips past at close of day.
Shades of persimmon
Meld into lemon with
Traces of strawberry
Icing the sky.
Pinks and purples herald
New baby granddaughter!
New shirts, denim and
Exchange of rings.
No guests but
ROSEATE pink colors my world, BRINGS
Two more granddaughters by marriage
‘Til cerulean invades.
Day slinks away, beds down as
Rising suns, EARTH’S flaming orbs’
GLOW OF CHERRY BLAZES into dusk,
ECHOES ERAS OF MY LIFE.
SUNSETS FADE AS
FUSCHIA PALES TO SICKLY SALMON
TANGERINE IS BITTERSWEET.
THE HUES OF LIFE
DARKEN WITH HEARTACHE.
Life IS DISTORTED.
IS THERE A SECOND ARC
TO THE rainbow???
April 1, 2007
BEYOND THIS WORLD
What's it like over there?
No more stones to bar your way or
Jeering crowds to taunt you all day.
Clouds of silk
Chariots of gilt?
Family and friends together as one.
Gestures of love interwoven above
Reminders sent down as butterflies and doves?
Admission to Your Heavenly Home? Believers who follow in Your wake, granted passage at the pearly gates.
January 20, 2007
The spectrum shade reflected in the new car I can’t afford
Velvet and satin favored dress on holidays of high emotion
Anger red as blood, arose to spew via agonized vessels
To absorb oxygen and sap strength from tired days.
As calendar days advanced Red returned in undeserved
Expressions of love, brought anguish and kindled rage anew.
The flow of days yielded welcome ebb of emotion ‘til disrupted
Cupid’s sudden arrow pierce instilled deep feelings once again.
Unbidden, magic charmed my soul and mellowed heart;
Love bloomed, penetrated my psyche with warmth and nearness.
Red, the color of love, reflected on plush shiny petals of heady scent,
The dozen stems lent meaning to life once dismal.
Each universal message affixed rosy blush to stain
Embarrassed cheeks as mistaken concepts laid to rest
No need for apology; my heart swelled in praise for the giver
As new car thoughts awaited a season of fortune yet to arrive.
Enraptured by the moment I wore my favored dress of love
Enjoyed gratitude for simple things and gave thanks that
Love conquers all as it sees beyond anger.
MAGNIFICENT, MAGICAL HOLIDAYS
November 23, 2006
(Published December, 2007 by Long Story Short Ezine. Visit them at www.alongstoryshort.net today and click on "Archives" to read. Also submitted to Sikeston Standard Democrat November, 2006, but no notification
ever received as to whether it was published.)
All parents have moments when they are proud of their children. The most magnificent memories emerge when children reveal
the development of adult thinking processes in the performance of an unexpected, marvelous action of selflessness to please
another. My most magnificent holiday season occurred at the end of 1994.
My oldest son was 13 years old. He had listened for several weeks as I fretted about the upcoming holidays after our stove
ceased to function overnight. With Thanksgiving just days away, he learned of a stove being stored by his friend’s family
and asked if we could use it. The icing on the cake was when they delivered it to our door and told us we could have it!
His friend’s father planned to return later to wire an outlet for it (our old stove had been gas), but, due to a
schedule change at work, he was unable to do so. The children and I were forced to resign ourselves to having our Thanksgiving
dinner after Thanksgiving.
Imagine my surprise when I returned home from work early Thanksgiving afternoon with the delicious smell of roasting turkey
greeting my nostrils! My son rewired the plug himself based on knowledge gained from discussions with his Big Brother when
we lived in the city! He then read the cooking instructions and surprised me with a perfectly browned, juicy, tasty turkey.
In that one random act of kindness, without knowing, he repaid the kindness of an entire unknown office staff in California
who had adopted my family the Christmas of 1986. As a military family preparing to move home over the holidays, I had been
shopping second-hand stores to locate like-new toys to give them something to open on Christmas Eve in the hotel room. The
adoption of my family meant each of my three children received two to three new toys, wrapped and ready for gifting, as well
as my oldest child receiving his first bicycle, a like-new two-wheeler.
My most memorable Christmas followed Thanksgiving of 1994. Our financial difficulties had continued into December and I
was only able to provide a few, handmade gifts for each child. We had no money to buy a Christmas feast and little food at
all in the kitchen. My oldest son again came to the aid of the family by loaning me the money he had received from a man at
our church on his birthday (also in December). He had mentioned to the man that what he would most want to receive would be
a pair of new shoes. The man surprised him the following week with $50 to buy a pair of shoes. Knowing that I would be able
to pay him back the following month, my son loaned his $50 to pay for a Christmas feast and other food to carry us through
the month. He explained to the man at church that he would buy his shoes in January and waited patiently for the promised
shopping day to arrive. The generosity of those two people created my most memorable December.
Christmas of 1986 was the most magical holiday we ever had, but the Holiday Season of 1994 will always be the most
magnificent, due to the maturity exhibited by my son. Too many people do not give teenagers the credibility they deserve,
but when given a chance, they are capable of changing the world one holiday at a time.
(Published December, 2007, by Long Story Short Ezine. Visit them at www.alongstoryshort.net and click "archives" to read.)
by Susan Garner
December 5, 2006
Borne of Mary,
Reared by Joseph,
God's gift of Love.
Child of God,
Destined to lead;
His bed a manger?
A King created
By God's Design,
His life a testament,
Of love divine.
Yet he taught
My Christmas Prayer?
For ALL people
To believe Christ's
Message of Hope:
Peace for believers,
God's Christmas Message
Sent from Heaven,
The Infant Holy,
God's Original Gift of P-E-A-C-E!
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