Author: beckyh306
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Ma Bird
She leads me into the storybook place,Little chirping birds-naked newborns nestAs we gently reach in their houses-What are these strange-lings?She knows them well-she watches over them-But her joy is in the showing Them unto me. Nestled in my little hand-filling it up.We travel on to the next place-House after house-spring has come!Behind the squeaks and chirps, The rooster…
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Fall Fantasy
Colored by Becky Hull Who is she? Some say she came from far, far northOr a dream from ages ago brought her forth There’s magic all around her presenceCould it be an unearthly essence? The lifetimes of nature’s bounty kept her hiddenUntil she, from the forest was bidden The trees envelop her in autumn splendorA…
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Metamorphosis
Jungles trembleOceans roarForests quakeEagles soar Birds are leavingElephants runDogs are howlingCrops are done Massive forcesTreacherous galesGreat sea creaturesNowhere to sail Evil plansNext assaultControl our earsAnd our vaults Destruction is their delightThey expectA meager fight Deep withinMountain swellsSplits the earthMoans and wails Lions stand firmTigers shine braveTiny giants returnFiery dragons prey In the distanceWe now seeJust Cause…
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Mama Bear
I saw a moment reflected back todayIt seemed to skipAlong the waters of time-From me to son to daughter.School halls ringing,Lockers slamming-bodies pushing,Furtive glances, smirks sprayedAcross my heart-Can’t I stop it? Can’t Iwrap my arms around herAnd take her back?Protect her from the pain and the hurt that willSplatter the halls and walls?Can’t I keep…
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The Empty Well
No words are coming this week The well is dry as a boneMaybe because I am emptyThe surface appears swept awayLike the pioneer’s deserted cabinWith tumbleweeds rolling by The constant never-ending droughtHas leeched the hopes of recoveryToo many days of painToo many disappointing roadsThe roof is finally caving inOver my head There may have been…
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Dumbo, Pongo, Dorothy, and Me
Come with me to a magical place,Some far away time that nothing can erase. Where is that passageway I once knew?They were real, colorful as me and you. The first one came by the stork they said,Dumbo with big ears on his head. Remember innocent Snow White?We hoped the apple she would not bite. Dorothy,…
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The Mother Voice
Humming softly at the sink-she breaks into full song- Her hands soapy while “I Need Thee Every Hour” streams up Into my room. All must be right with the world in that second, Or is it just that all is right with her and God? Something intangible quivers through my soul, And presses itself into…
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Dancing With the Tiny Diva
She was running and hiding,In her most playful way.Her heart beat of unrestrained freedom,No thought of waiting for another day. Long black hair flowing,Ascending tables and trees,She reaches higher and higher,Moving with energetic spree. Enchanted with her oblivious manner,I, an invisible observer at first,Try to remember what brought her here,Where these earthly bonds had burst!…
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Ode to the Concussion
Pain, pain, go away!Never come another day.Leave your lessons at the door,Surely I have made the score? Vertigo, vertigo, please be done,Don’t you know, you help no one?You create a turbulent shore,There is nothing I hate more. Noise, noise, why so loud?Even when there’s not a crowd?Please be soft, please be still,You are…
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Change and Rain
We have such a strange relationship with change. Leaving our mother’s womb was probably the biggest change of our earthly lives, but we don’t have a memory of it. Did we feel some terror upon leaving the security of that miraculous abode? Now, we leave her again to get on this large, long, yellow vehicle…
Treasures Along the Way 