A Mother’s Gift Of Resilience

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Two children came and sat outside
In the warm summer breezes.
They missed their Mother who had died.
Their hearts felt torn to pieces.

They wanted to honor the life she led,
For she loved her children dearly.
She would give a stranger a loaf of bread,
And she loved her God sincerely.

She would laugh and dance in the light of the moon,
And she sang like an angel from heaven.
She taught them to play an instrument
Although they were eight and eleven. 

Her children mastered the violin,
And she taught them right from the start:
"Music could touch the soul within
And soothe a grieving heart."

They went down to the creek that day, 
And they sat and drew their bows.
They smiled as the music became a dance
And they left their Mother a rose.

For she had given them a priceless skill
To deal with the losses ahead.
They came to love the music they made
And remembered the words she said..

-Yu/stan/kema-

 
 

Found on Facebook on 11-13-17,

sacred spirit.

Found on Pinterest on 4-24-16. The violinist (Shelbi) lynnA.

Love

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Love is like the soft touch
Of a gentle rain.
It soothes the hurting soul
And removes the pain.

Love is like the sweet sound
Of a baby's laugh.
It stays when losses come
And cuts sorrow in half.

Love is like a small stream
That helps flowers grow.
It keeps the soul alive
When the cold wind blows.

Love is like an oak tree
Whose roots go deep.
Its' strength keeps it standing
Even when it weeps.

Love goes on forever
When the heart is fed
On a regular basis as
Faith raises its head.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Changes In Life.

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My life was filled with hope and joy,
Each day a new adventure.
I squandered moments in time
With endless days of pleasure.

I was convinced that I could live
Day by day forever
And I would taste of sweet success
With all of my endeavors.

My strength was once incredible,
And my energy unending,
But old age caught up to me,
And a Pandemic sent me reeling.

All the things that anchored me
Were suddenly torn asunder.
I lost a friend, became quite ill,
And I saw my Country plundered.

My faith in God had disappeared,
And my hope for a better tomorrow
Had crash-landed here on earth,
And I was filled with sorrow.

The last two years I've walked with death
And stayed in isolation.
The world's been turned upside down,
And I'm often filled with frustration.

It's hard to tell what is the truth
And what is a clever lie.
Misinformation flows like oil,
But real facts are hard to deny.

There are many changes as I grow older
And losses I have to accept.
There are techniques and skills I need to learn
So I'll become more adept.

I have been given gifts through the years
That I cherish deep in my heart.
Yet, when I am dealt with repetitive losses,
True acceptance becomes an art.

-Yu/stan/kema-

Opposites In Life.

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The world is full of opposites
despite what some believe.
With every day of joy we have,
are days when we grieve.

We walk up a flight of stairs
and then we climb down.
Some days we may smile a lot,
and some days we frown.

We say we hate our enemies
and love our dearest friends. 
We resent those we dislike;
With friends, we make amends.

Most often opposites attract,
yet, sometimes they repel.
Both exist here on earth. 
We must remain tranquil.

-Yu/stan/kema-

My Dog Fuzzy.

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Scanned by Yu/stan/Kema on 2-18-16. Personal photograph.
I had a fuzzy little dog
With golden, brownish hair.
He ran with me across the yard,
His nose up in the air.

His body shook with ecstasy
Each time he smelled some food. 
He hunted down and gobbled up
Good meat with gratitude.

His ruff was thick around his head,
And it was white as snow.
And everywhere I tried to walk,
He was sure to go.

His brown eyes sparkled in the sun.
His tongue was long and pink.
He smiled when we were having fun.
One time I saw him wink.

He'd lay beside me in the grass,
His head upon my knee.
The joy we shared was multiplied
 When he would laugh at me.

He is deceased, but still I think
Of him when he would lay
And look at me with soft brown eyes.
I miss him every day.

-Yu/stan/kema-

A Poem For Boys

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He ran down a crooked path, 
Across a crooked snake.
It's fangs barely missed him.
I was glad for his sake.

He drove to the bayou
For an alligator's hide.
It opened up it's mouth 
And pulled him inside.

It's rows of teeth were scarey
And the smell he could not bear.
It belched him out completely
Into the cold, moist air.

I think he learned a lesson,
To follow straight paths instead.
And avoid all alligators
And be careful where he treads.

-Yu/stan/kema-

					

The Gift From God

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Found on Pinterest on 3-9-16. Christ in the air.
It is the time for Christmas
For we smell the Christmas trees
And see the Holly's red berries
Wrapped around the wreaths.

The weather has turned colder
And snow is in the air.
There is a spirit of giving
Found in hearts everywhere.

The sound of Christmas carols
Makes our spirits bright.
We celebrate the Christ child
Who reflects God's light.

God gives to us His Son,
A gift that sets us free
From death so we can live
For all eternity.

-Yu/stan/kema-


					

A Therapeutic Relationship

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I step into a room filled with silence.
A glowing rock illuminates the space
Between two chairs facing each other.
A table lamp adds light in the place.

I sit and wait, holding my breath,
For someone to quietly enter,
Sit peacefully across from me,
And start this new adventure.

She greets me with a gentle smile
And sits in the opposite chair.
She leans forward and invites me
To relax and become aware:

Aware of my current surroundings
And attuned to all of my senses,
Conscious of my present thoughts,
And my emotional defenses.

We explore and discuss what is needed
To bring me back to my Self,
And what skills I need to learn
To improve my emotional health.

We agree to work together
Using honesty and respect
To regulate my emotions
And deal with feelings of neglect.

This room is no longer silent.
It's a refuge for me,
A place for my soul to grow,
And my spirit to fly free.

-Yu/stan/kema-

There Is Beauty In All Seasons.

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Rain is falling from the sky
And leaves are twirling nearby.
I kick the dead leaves in the street
And smile at everyone I meet.

The trees are dressed in orange and red,
Their leaves respendent overhead.
A cool breeze dances through the trees
Right before a good, hard freeze. 

Bonfires are burning in the night.
Children's faces reflect the light.
Autumn brings a lot of fun
After Summer's finally done.

Fall is such a special time.
Everything is in it's prime.
Each season is God's gift to us.
Fall leaves are simply glorious.
-Yu/stan/kema-

Using Your Gifts For Good.

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If you can play a violin,
Then make it weep and cry,
So mourners can freely grieve
When a loved one dies. 

If you can dance with pure grace
And move the human soul,
Use your gift to heal the heart
So others can feel whole.

If you can write and inspire
Lives to thrieve and grow,
Good will live after you,
Much more than you will know.

If you can paint a landscape
And bring beauty to this earth,
Use your skills and passion
To show others their worth.

If you can help the wounded
Come to terms with their past,
Use your great compassion
To show God's love can last.

-Yu/stan/kema-

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