Sep 21 2008
Heart
(within)
Heart
love eternal
has led you
Here
in faith, joy and
cherished consent
of the
Music
that sprung from
your
Souls
and took wing
in the night
to hear the
whisper of
Stars
the laughter of
Planets
and know the
embrace of the
Moon
your dance of
Forever
and ever more
leaves its steps
in the
Sky
which envies your
Flight
for Mel & Steve,
with love & best wishes
copyright 2008
Sep 01 2008
(I do not typically post others’ work here, but today I was reading and came across, this, one of my most favorite poems and I just had to post it. To share it. I hope you love it as I do. Sarah)
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
Jun 16 2007
Dear Dad,
You’ve been gone a long time now. I still miss you. Obviously. We were the best of friends. Two peas in a pod. I was the chip off the old block. Much to Mom’s dismay. But maybe she didn’t really mind that much. Maybe secretly it made her proud that I loved you so. Maybe it assured her that I would grow up to be my own self - my own me.
So many things remind me of you. The early morning smell of coffee, deep and rich. Eyes, the color of the sky, backlit with sunshine. Strong, competent hands that know how to make things and fix things and hold onto things. A wink, a nod, that twinkle that says, “I understand.”
My memories aren’t the story or the words but the things that held me captive. That goofy grin of yours that I stole and made my own. Your proud exclamation that you were a hillbilly. The crook I snuggled into when I was tired or scared. The sips of beer I got for being ‘your girl.’ The collection of bows and arrows and rifles that hung on your wall. CB radios and old cars. Cowboy art and solving puzzles. You ground steel for a living but sowed seeds of curiosity in your kids. Your wisdom. Your kindness. Your papa-bear gruffness that could never hide your heart. All now, part of my heart, my being.
I just want to say, thanks - for always being there -for being my dad, my cowboy, my friend. For never giving up on me.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
All my love,
Sarah
May 12 2007
My mother never
told her heart to me
told her dreams to me
told her joy to me
told her tears to me.
But
I knew them just the same.
I knew her just the same.
I loved her for
all the things she never said
but felt.
She gave me
my life
my eyes
my skin
my hands and
my temper.
She gave me
my restless mind
and the challenge
to put words to her
and All
she didn’t say.
copyright 2007
(happy mother’s day, mom. love, me)
May 08 2007
Roses are red awe
in my grandfather’s garden
I reach out and touch.
copyright 2007
(in response to a tag from kim)
Mar 31 2007
In the spirit of the love I feel for each of you, I have written haikus for those of you whom I’ve missed previously. Hope you like them. They were written with love.
Sarah
Spaz:
nature girl delights
to see wild mama bird nest
on her patio
Evyl:
big handsome brute like
nobody you have ever
met in any life
Michael:
soft soul with good heart
defying the injustice
that life gave to them
Jennifer:
loving mother light
shines in her children’s sweet eyes
and makes the world good.
Lolly:
lovely red rose she
opens to the sun of life
and tickles our minds
Maureen:
kick ass mother earth
gives sage advice selflessly
and the laughs are free
Alison:
disappeared from view
her words haunt and linger still
come back to us please
Natural:
where’s the energy
pulsating and delightful
that we crave alone
Mark:
haiku master he
that gentle taps my mind’s edge
and takes no credit.
Kelly:
coffee fiend and friend
fiery passionate girl
so glad I know you.
copyright 2007
Mar 05 2007
Baby boy grasping
With tiny fingers fiercely
Hope springs eternal
copyright 2007
we’re trying to keep the angels busy in sean’s behalf, jennifer.
love,
sarah
Feb 28 2007
Hi Everyone, I know many of you know Jennifer of Welcome to my Shoe and the difficulty she has gone through during her pregnancy. She recently sent me an update and I wanted to pass it along to you. I’ll just let Jennifer tell you in her own words, below:
Birth Announcement
I am aware that many of you already know the news, so please be patient with this first mass mailing. 
For those of you that haven’t heard, I apologize that it is so late, but I know you all love us and will make allowances.
Sean Ezekiel Winter officially arrived in this world on February 20, 2007 at 5:31 pm. He was a little ahead of schedule, but thanks to all his gaurdian angels, he is so far doing well and staying stable. The Doctors saw that he was in distress during his regular U/S in Edmonton and an emergency c-section was immediently ordered. I am healing well, and thanks to the incredible timing, Sean is with us today.
Thank you all for your prayers, concern, support and well wishes. We will do our best to keep you informed of his and our progess. My time has run out, so i will try to send more information another day.
Hugs and love to all,
Jennifer
All About Sean
As promised, a little more information, including some quick background for those who need to be brought up to speed.
Sean has been one surprise after another. First of all the pregnancy itself was not planned, and it was a much different one for me than all the others. Then, at 21 weeks pregnant, a heart abnormality was detected during a regular ultrasound. After the specialists in Edmonton checked on it, we were told that it was quite rare and very severe. In fact, he is a first for the ped. cardiologists here in Edmonton. We were originally told that he would not survive the pregnancy, and our research confirmed this. We also found out that while some babies have survied this condition, none have been near as severe as Sean.
But then Sean has angels working overtime, I’m convinced of it. Not only did he survive longer in-utero than he was expected to, the timing of his delivery and his condition since confirms it. If our appointments in Edmonton had been a few days earlier, it is unlikely that any problems would have been seen as they were quite subtle. The c-section was ordered not because they were absolutely sure there was a problem, but because they thought it was “likely” and he was close enough to term to risk it. A day later, and he probably would not have survived. Even without the stress of labour, there was meconium in the fluids, attesting to just how stressed he really was.
It took the transport team between an hour and a half to an hour and forty-five minutes to stabilize him enough transport to the U of A hospital. I was able to see and touch his head for a few minutes before they took him away. I was released from the Royal Alex three days later, but I would get day passes from my Dr and Gavin would take me to the NICU in a wheel chair to see my baby. I got to hold him for the first time when he was two days old, and Gavin held him two more days later. We have held him some since as well, but as it takes three nurses to move him from bed to arms and then back again, it is a real treat each and every time.
Sean is very stable right now, and we are waiting for some changes to take place in the heart and lungs before any big decisions are made. The mantra at the NICU seems to be “wait and see” as it is common theme heard when talking with other parents.
As I mentioned earlier, Sean has been full of surprises every step of the way, and I can only hope that they keep being good ones. The Dr’s all agree that he is doing better than they ever expected. They are all very pleased.
oh and me? I’m sore and I would never, ever, ever choose a section over natural labour! However, the drugs are good and I’m doing well. Holding Sean and having him with us is the best therapy in the world.
Again, thankyou all for your prayers, thoughts and love
Blessings to you,
Jennifer
If I hear more information, I will pass it along. If anyone wants to email me privately about this, feel free. My contact email is on my About Me page. I am encouraged that the Angels are helping out Sean and Jennifer now - and hope they continue to do so. As I am sure you are.
Sarah
Feb 26 2007
don’t open a door
better left closed
don’t let me imagine
our wonderful tomorrows
don’t pretend to care
after all this time
just tell me
why you never loved
me enough to stay.
copyright 2007
Feb 15 2007
If we look at the moon
in the same sky
on the same night
Are we side by side?
If my spirit hears you
and my soul feels you
Are you here?
Am I there?
If we are soul mates
will we find each other
and discover
We were never lost?
copyright 2007
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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