Writing Nest

The poem for a new year.

Our Prism

Our life is a prism

Casting a new light with every turn

Our choices reflecting

Onto those we know

Onto those we don’t

We hold the rainbow in our grasp

Shades of life

To be determined

By one

I originally wrote this for my cousin Allie's graduation.  But I like to look at it from time to time.  Helps me keep perspective. 

What Lies Behind the Door Untold?

Who Knows?
Not I, not you.
Only Him.


What awaits?

Who Knows?
Not I, not you.
Only Him.

He leads you to the water, but will not make you drink.
He provides the words, but will not force you to read.
He gives you the opportunity, but will not decide.

Dream your own dreams
Reach for the heavens
Make your own destiny

Whatever path He shows, follow it in faith.

- Allison
6/04/09

We've all got someone.  Or I guess most of us do anyway.  I'm lucky to have more than a handful or special folks in my life.  One is my Great-Grandma.  She has just moved out of her home and into a retirement village...  I had mixed feelings about this.  I mean really, it was sad.  It was best for her but gosh it made my heart hurt.  That little white house nestled next to the church and school, in the hills of almost Appalachia was more than just a house.  It was a home.  Which made me wonder... what's so special about it?  I wrote this a while back but it still rings true.

Somethin’ about

The porch

In the Creeking of the swing

And Waving to passing cars

listening to birds,

The singing - us and them

Somethin’ about

The clock

In the rhythmic chime

And the gentle ticks and tocks

Drifting me off to sleep

The heartbeat of the house

Somethin’ about

That kitchen

Warm and busy

Always full of stories

And in the smells

Inviting you to stay for a spell

Somethin’ about

The special things

The way the coffee whistles through the sippy

Bumped and frayed with generations of use

The photo albums with broken spines

Faces of our past, smiling out in sepia tones

And

The little brown sewing box

Holding a tiny thimble 

and memories of peaceful afternoons

But mostly its something about her

Something about

The smile in her eyes

And the pat of her hand

Something about the way

She made that house

A home of love

To us all

My Great Grandparents, Raymond & Ina Mae.    

Wish I could have known them back then.
Love you, Papaw & Grandma!