Whether it is quilting, writing or some other form creativity. Each of us receives inspirations from external sources. I received this note from friend (we do grand kid reports ). It inspired me to write the following poem.
"Our grandson spent 45 minutes yesterday playing in his rain coat and boots in the water coming off the roof. He had a marvelous time. Splashing and listening to the rain plopping on his hood. He loves outdoors."
Those days gone by,
Bittersweet tears I cry,
Happy, the children are grown,
Sad, this time has flown.
Little did I know, the moments in the sun,
The time stomping in puddles for fun,
Would be relegated to the back of my mind,
Would be relegated to the back of my mind,
To be retrieved when, myself, alone I find.
It's strange this I remember,
Rainy days in late September,
I was young, maybe about five,
I never felt more alive.
I was drenched and chilled,
With every step I thrilled,
Tilting my head to the sky,
Thinking, this is how G-d cries.
For more blogs by me visit at:
A blog mostly about quilting, but cooking, poetry, prose and a little gardening,
New blog, tutorial on how to make 5 panel Boxer Shorts.
New Blog about dolls.
blogs about the wildflowers on our farm
Organic methods we use, some cooking and some poetry
New Blogs about seed sprouting.
As always, any pictures or writings are my own.
Credit has been given to contributions not my own.
Please do not use without permission.
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