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traversing…

each gifted

with

one life to live

and

many paths

leading to somewhere ~ always

fading away ~ in time

but

never ceasing to be ~

beautiful.

March 14, 2019 at 4:59 pm Leave a comment

Monday in Paris

Pont Alexandre III Bridge

“such quiet

beauty

has

embraced

my rackety soul ~ ~ ~”

Paris….to be continued….

February 11, 2019 at 2:08 pm 2 comments

a walk with P – act II

take me

to the place

where

words sprout wings

amongst

imaginable dreams

and

beyond ~

February 10, 2019 at 10:32 pm 3 comments

an everlasting dance

May 13, 2017 – Graduation

embraced by a melody…

consumed by a rhythm…

I reach beyond my present

and

wrap my arms

around

the memories of the past…

February 8, 2019 at 6:20 pm 3 comments

…no boundaries…

each time I look into their eyes,

I fall deeper in love ~ ~

as if I could love them

even more

than I already do…..

but

I always do.

February 5, 2019 at 1:49 pm 3 comments

a walk with P

 

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an autumn walk

 

embraced by friendship

kissed by possibility

future is boundless

 

 

~ photo taken in Ames, IA

 

 

January 27, 2019 at 2:14 pm 8 comments

a moment ~ ~ ~

 

Version 2

pre-run prep…

 

each giggle begets

an indelible memory

that brightens my spirit

and

warms my heart…

 

 

Photo dated 12.24.18

January 23, 2019 at 9:42 pm 4 comments

sidelines

 

I miss the sidelines of yesteryear ~

when time and space existed in unison ~

as each moment unfolded

and

our dreams embraced.

 

 

Now,

the passage of time and distance have altered these lines.

 

You have taken flight

~ chasing angels ~

whose beacons flash the promises of dreams.

 

&

 

I stand here

~ quietly ~

as my patience longingly awaits

~ words ~

to scroll……. across……. a……. screen…….

 

 

January 16, 2019 at 3:00 pm 3 comments

A letter….

My dearest Bill,

I wanted to thank you for our time spent yesterday. It was nice to have you with me while I was driving to work. I needed someone to talk to and you were there listening……I think. I mean, I could hear you responding to my conversation.

I know we discussed this, but I am still in disbelief that Jordy is 20. Can you believe it? Just yesterday you were lifting him onto your shoulders and goofing around. I have been thinking about the camping trips and road trips and movies. Oh my gosh, the movies. Can you believe he still has every ticket stub for every movie we ever went to? And the big 6′ Oscar display board that you carried down the Las Vegas strip on a very, very windy day (and cursing, might I add) just so we could ship it UPS to Jordan? It was your idea…..

Jordan is still the stubborn, silly and vivacious little boy he was, he is just now taller and he has a beard. Oh my, yes, a beard. A pretty impressive one, actually. Scary, I know but true. And he is doing so well at school. You would not believe what he has accomplished and the responsibilities he has been granted. Remember how you always tried to give him a job so he could make some money? And how he was never interested – too involved in his mind and movies? Well, he has been appointed the position of treasurer (youngest ever) of the largest student run organization on campus and – I hope you are sitting down – he is in charge of a five figure budget! He is overseeing all the money’s being spent on movie projects and he has to go to faculty and alumni events to raise money. Yes, our boy…..the one who could not sell his Boy Scout popcorn!!!!!

Oh Bill, I miss you. We miss you. I thought for sure you would be here for all of these moments. I know how much you were looking forward to the boys becoming young men so you could show them things and impart your knowledge of lessons you learned as a wild young man. I can assure you, neither one is wild, though Jordan finally did go out to a club on campus a few months back. To hear him tell the story, it sounded like ‘geeks go listening to music and do strange dancing’…. Believe me, and I know you know this, the kid’s dance moves are, well, let’s just say ‘scratch the beard’ is his signature move. (Don’t ask;)

I was thinking after our talk yesterday that you are just as much a part of my son as his father and I. We made him, but you were a part of his life for 12 years and they were not just ‘years’ – they were his formative years. Sometimes he says and does things that remind me of you. It is said we live on in our children, even after we are gone. Bill, you are doing just that in both Jordan and Peyton. I want you to know that they and I appreciate everything you gave them. Everything.

Okay, I really need to stop being the silly emotional mom (yes, I am crying, dammit), though I am certain you are getting quite a laugh at my expense. I will let you go now doing what it is you do. How is the ‘hammock hanging’ by the ocean treating you? Sick of fish tacos yet? Pee says hi. I know she misses you. You need not worry about payback in regards to taking care of Pee. We have gotten plenty of it and, now I am the one who wears the big ‘S’ for sucker on her back – just like you did.

Bill, we love you.

The boys, your little girl and Kimberly xoxo

ps: Please keep a watchful eye on our boys;)

January 24, 2015 at 7:12 pm 27 comments


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