In a place I don’t belong
In a life I don’t want
In an endless circle
There is no way out
A deviation of God be with you
More comforting words
To hear as you walk away
Never to know if you’ll be together again.
Never enough time to say Farewell
Never prepared to say Farewell
Never want to say Farewell
But Farewell and God be with you it is
Love sings a song, melodic and sweet
Begins as a chant, in unison, in rythmn
Accelerando as life quickens and blooms
As the years go by settled into adagio
Unexpected atonal life, no specific tone or key
Chaos, madness life with castrato husband
Dissonance ensues, grave, drone, because life isn’t an operetta
Toneless life finds Forte, timbre and theme
Hearing an overture to a new life
Finding a key signature
Dynamics changing adagio again
Time for Modulation, legato
Develop a motif and resonance
Into a hymn of life
God is the conductor of the song
Of my song
Apologies for the mistakes in my French.
Ma vie étais changé la première fois j’ai vu Paris. My life was changed the first time I saw Paris.
Mon âme était venue en vie. My soul had come to life.
Mes genoux affaiblit My knees weaken
Mon coeur chante My heart sings
Paris et moi, nous bien allons ensemble comme les abeilles et miel Paris and me, we belong together like bees and honey
La douceur de vie The sweetness of life
Paris a sauvé moi. Paris saved me.
When I look into the mirror who do I see?
Who is that woman looking at me?
Is it the girl who had big daydreams,
Of love, adventure and French sunbeams?
Is it the teenager who doubted every decision she made?
The insecure girl who found herself betrayed?
Is it the young woman in love and ready to embark on life?
Or the woman whose husband sliced her heart with a knife?
Is it the mother blessed with two compassionate girls
Who has the love from two of God’s precious pearls?
Is it the woman who is past her prime?
Watching the clock and hearing the tick tock of time?
Or is it the woman who has fought and struggled to reclaim her life?
Learning new lessons, knowledge and how to deal with strife?
One image placed upon another to reflect not just one woman’s soul
But a blending of each reflection so she can learn she’s not broken but whole.
Brought about by a cloudy day
A moment caught but once in a lifetime
A lifetime caught in that moment
Spellbound by a kiss
Lives slowly braided together one experience at a time
Strands of love added one child at a time
Life is magic
Simple moments linked together by the magic of love
The magic of life
To walk to the edge
Of the darkness
To try and see what lies beyond
Taking one step
One step over
Released from hurt
Never to come back
I went slightly over but I can never remember if one and two letter words count towards the total.
56 years of living a lie
Believing without questioning
You’re not enough
You won’t win
You prove how smart you are
You will do something and I will leave
No longer seeing your reflection
The spark, the joy smothered by words
Someone takes your hand at 56 years
They wipe away the hurt, the emptiness
They plant the seed of belief
Belief that you are enough
Belief you will win
Belief you are worthy of love
Belief you will never be abandoned
Belief in tomorrow
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