tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54594832991487172422011-12-27T22:16:49.389-08:00Whatever I'm thinking at the moment, since that's what writers do. They think and then they write about what they think and then they hope someone likes it.Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-33841427347882575332011-12-27T22:14:00.000-08:002011-12-27T22:16:49.399-08:00Sitting here<div>wondering</div><div>why life escaped me</div><div>so quickly</div><div>regrets upon regrets and what ifs</div><div>not at all what I had expected for myself</div><div>when I first began dreaming of tomorrow</div><div>now today</div><div>reality and its lessons so easy to ignore</div><div>then</div><div>impossible to ignore</div><div>now</div><div>and I wish it had all turned out differently</div><div>somehow</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-3384142734788257533?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-45374600635721598732009-07-13T17:51:00.000-07:002009-07-13T18:05:53.848-07:00Mommy, I miss you. Hug?<div>Where did you go? What do you do all day?</div><div>Mommy, what's a presentation?</div><div>How do I explain</div><div>My absence</div><div>From someone to whom I am so close</div><div>The gift of life</div><div>Of which I learned</div><div>On my birthday when I thought</div><div>Life no more can dwell within</div><div>Each passing month and year</div><div>Two boys shall suffice</div><div>As seven years pass</div><div>Like a dream and yet</div><div>Announce that life once again has come</div><div>To dwell</div><div>And two boys are no longer sufficient</div><div>Hope mingled, twinged with fear</div><div>And then relief</div><div>As now I watch her slow transformation</div><div>Riding my heart as effortlessly as she</div><div>Learned to ride her two-wheeler</div><div>I love you, I say</div><div>I love you more, she says</div><div>I love you most</div><div>And then she says what she always does</div><div>I love you more than most...I won!</div><div>No sweet child</div><div>I won</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-4537460063572159873?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-1263509442356875702009-06-20T16:18:00.000-07:002009-06-20T16:38:00.297-07:00I met an old friend today<div>reminding me</div><div>of what I once was</div><div>and found myself</div><div>wondering what might have been</div><div>having fallen short of my own ideals</div><div>and dreams yet</div><div>knowing who I was </div><div>in some small way</div><div>shaped, formed, inspired</div><div>another</div><div>and in turn</div><div>inspires me</div><div>now</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-126350944235687570?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-60012873487768146362009-03-07T15:53:00.001-08:002009-03-07T16:00:29.363-08:00Darkness looming above heavy skies soon to be drenched by falling stones. <br />Claps of anger, flashes of light grabbing the attention of distracted adolescents.<br />Youth interrupted.<br />Silence.<br />Can you hear it?<br />But for the ticking clock and racing heart, nothing.<br />Pressure rising, lights flickering, confusion mounting.<br />Run!<br />Safety lurking beneath a mattress, beside a wall.<br />The howling train not held back,<br />We grasped at straws that were each other.<br />And then,<br />Nothing.<br />Rising, knees crumpled and weak, to make sense<br />Of the interruption of the day.<br />Looking,<br />Searching,<br />All was fine and yet,<br />Not.<br />Lives unknown to us lost while<br />We kept our own.<br />Relief?<br />Yes, for now.<br />Until the storm rises up again and we,<br />Once more,<br />Cling to what lasts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-6001287348776814636?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-17167596770705063952009-03-07T15:48:00.000-08:002009-03-07T15:51:05.150-08:00Frustrated rays<br />Punch holes through stubborn fog<br />As eggplant skies with girlish hues<br />Embrace<br />Majestic towers rise tenaciously<br />Above fog and sun<br />Shadows become reflections<br />In distant waters<br />Tension, discord<br />Beauty<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-1716759677070506395?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-55220271539544088892009-03-07T15:42:00.000-08:002009-03-07T16:18:24.290-08:00You can see children playing<br />Not knowing the inevitability of<br />Growing up<br />And brightly hued tulips<br />And daffodils<br />And carpets of shy grass<br />And flying things<br />Cotton taking flight<br />As weeds become wishes<br />You can see the old dirt roads<br />Where bikes carry renewed spirits <br />Through silence<br />Interrupted only by the music of a red-winged blackbird<br />Along endless mazes of corn and corn<br />Because it's spring in Nebraska.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-5522027153954408889?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-41880464803888889432009-03-07T15:38:00.000-08:002009-03-07T15:42:13.976-08:00A fountain of light<br />Upon silent stone and shadow<br />Reaching through<br />Paths of gray bringing dust to life<br />As fairies catch<br />Their first breath<br />Of spring and resurrection.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-4188046480388888943?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459483299148717242.post-6226156495381760642009-02-19T17:04:00.000-08:002009-02-20T11:51:10.410-08:00Creaky stairs full of dread<br />Shadows lurking in my head<br />Dare I go or should I stay<br />I peak my head down, walls of gray<br />Chipping paint, slivers of wood<br />Going down I know I should<br />To do the laundry, wash my clothes<br />Ignore the smell within my nose<br />Musty, damp and lacking air<br />Spooky cobwebs in my hair<br />Get some courage, run down now<br />Not sure exactly how<br />Monsters lurk behind the door<br />Termites gather on the floor<br />Hold my breath and count to ten<br />Run, and trip and topple then<br />Grab the cord pull it down<br />Light floods the room<br />Not a sound<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5459483299148717242-622615649538176064?l=maggieslifeinchrist.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Room 3-2http://www.blogger.com/profile/05785937772502190538noreply@blogger.com0