‘Tis the season to remember

‘Tis the season to remember 
Children looking for a way,
To make some sense 
Of circumstances 
Thrust upon them night and day;
“Perhaps,” they think, 
“This world, so big
Might hold a certain one,
Who crosses walls and fences
To share a greater Love;
A Love that goes the distance,
Hears my prayers and meets my needs;
If that’s my Christmas morning,
T’will be enough for me.”

If only in remembrances…

My grandmother’s Christmas cactus is pictured at the center of this Christmas tree skirt, which is now ready to be quilted and bound. I began working on it a few weeks ago using my beloved ‘memory stash’, consisting of cotton remnants from generations of garment sewing projects, which has been the inspiration of many of my scrappy play days since my mother’s death in May. The plan is for me to finish it in time for it to surround my Christmas tree in December. Once it is, each year my loved ones, some passed from this life into eternity, will gather again around my Christmas tree, if only in my remembrances….

The Bridge

January 1, 2018
 
It’s a ‘New Year’ kind of thing – trying my hand at writing a poem. I’ve no formal training, though, thanks to wonderful composers, vocal teachers and choir directors in my life, I’ve had the pleasure of singing MANY beautiful poems. I never finished two of the three Christmas poems I began, but this one came with ease. One of my inspirations was a bridge I photographed while walking Letchworth State Park, which I overlayed with a photo of light filtering through the trees in the corner of our yard. It’s called, “The Bridge”.