Motherhood is like that winter storm
When everything comes to a halt
And no one knows what to expect
And things are done, when they are done
The snow creates a white blanket
To lay the child, the baby's head
The wind murmured a lullaby
Of love and care...
The water breaks like falling rain
And droplets freeze in the crystal clear
Window of a hospital bed
Soon, very soon, we should hear:
Hey! Guess what? Baby is here! ©Gloria photo Gloria
A new rose bud comes,
wrapped in a blanket
of cold and snow
A tiny ray of sun and love
That shines and brights
The darkness nights
The excitement builds
The wait seems long
Nine months
And rose bud
has not come
What it will be?
How it will look?
Nobody knows
But there will be
tears of joy
for a new life
Another hope
To a better start,
Perhaps...
So much potential
In such a tiny one!
© Gloria
Life is a cycle..or better yet, a series of cycles. We must learn to start, and then, to stop. Finish and close all cycles and start new ones. Each cycle is intended to teach us something. To help us grow. Without that the butterfly will never become who she is intended to be. The frog will stay a tadpole for ever. The birds will not break out of their eggshells. I think I am ready to close a cycle and to start a new one. It is exciting after all to discover what the Creator has for me next. I am open to learn and to grow! Let's do this new adventure called life!
Today I stop by this little park in my son old school. Long time ago, in this same place, I asked him and his classmates what did they want to do when they grew older. I cannot remember their answers, but I recall the joy on their faces. The innocence in their eyes. I recall that they believed in themselves and had not doubts about their abilities to reach their dreams. That is the world through the eyes of children.
As we grow older we loose the ability to trust. Our Innocence erodes with time and disappointments. We become sarcastic and hateful. We question our values and even walk away from God. We loose our faith, our trust, and doubt our capacity to reach those dreams we had when we were little.
The thing is, we should never stop dreaming. We should remain learners. We should believe in the impossible to be possible. We should take cover under the protection of our Almighty Father. Our souls should always stay " forever young".© Gloria
Dedicated with much love to my son.
I went
It was a beautiful
summer
Spring like day
My backyard
needed some care and,
Unlike other days,
I was ready to work today
I cleaned the weeds
Here and there
And the quietness was broken
As, out of nowhere
All of a sudden
A fight broke
Between two birds,
Right over my head...
They almost got me in the fight
I must say!
Well, Let me get out of your way.
I left, and almost collided with
A hummingbird!
Hmmm I scratched my head
Busy traffic day around here...
Let me trim that tree instead.
As I started trimming small branches
My eyes landed in a Mama's nest
Oh!
Well, looks like my work
Around here is done for the day!
So perfectly draw by the Artist
The contrasting colors that blends
Over the crystalline waters
In this magical place I observe miracles
With each passing cloud
The scene changes, second by second,
I feel my heart beats
The blood in my veins,
The wind on my face,
The smell of the lake...
And I breathe deeply
Wanting to freeze this moment
Defend it from the evilness of time.
©Gloria photo Gloria
Motherhood is like that winter storm When everything comes to a halt And no one knows what to expect And things are done, when they are don...
