Through your lens what will you choose to see the artist grabbing his canvas for all to see into his world oceans of pinks, purples, and greens a road that reaches out! Softly bellowing his call, “Come walk on my path. I will show you all” the gentle curve of glass a lantern perhaps to the light the way or an image of love reaching out from behind a camera a beacon of light beckoning me what will you choose what will you see a dreamer singing his love song to me
Light filters in slowly I long to linger in the land of lullabies rain is falling the birds are chirping outside the sweetest melody a sweet cardinal arrived at my gate beckoning his melody “get up, get up,” he called out to me the rain is kissing the grass I grab my camera to record this sweet event and he was off before I could remove the cap off to beckon to another dreamer “get up, get up!” It’s time to start your day fill your paper with all the words of the sweetest of dreams and gentle reminders of what you mean to me
I wrote this poem for Uncle Charlie’s funeral, and I read it at the funeral where I think there were more tears than words that flowed that day.
Uncle Charlie fought so many battles on this earth the last battle he fought was Alzheimer’s.
In Memory of Charles Franc
If I could roll back the hands of time Allowing memories to rush in like the sea Oceans of pinks, greens, purples, and blues Would paint the canvas beautifully, There are not enough words to describe how you have touched my life or what you have meant to me You nurtured with kindness and embraced with love infected with laughter and taught with gentleness encouraged and supported along the way more than a pal, a friend, an advisor For if titles were measured by good deeds You would be spectacular indeed I love you, you were the greatest of all Uncles, Uncle Charlie
I will miss you deeply Thank you for always reminding me to see the beauty in colors blended to find the art in the simplest of things The lessons were not of art alone rather to see the beauty and differences in all and everything For that, I thank you for painting my canvas so richly
Friendship truly is a garden Some of us are Roses, others seem to be Lillies some are Daisies without all the frillies!! Every person is unique and brings our own special delights to each other as friends, and over time we become so much more. Look inside your heart and discover the strengths that you possess!! Some of us nurture, and some of us lead. Some are excellent teachers, so don’t hold anything back. Some of us follow and pull up the slack. That is what has drawn each of us to one another as friends. We need all the parts of our garden to make us great, for, without our uniqueness, something would be lacking. Friendship is a fragile flower trying to grow; with a bit of patience and time, a lovely garden will grow.
Dear Heart Have I told you what you mean to me? You are my sun, my moon, my stars, my light, my air, you are my joy, you are my life, you are my delight, Listen to my heart as it echoes my love for you Listen to the wind as it softly whispers your name can you hear our song in the pitter-patter of the rain… in ever you forget or have lost your way in the kiss of a snowflake…… a hug from the sun….. the promise of a shining star… the caress of a gentle breeze… listen to the wind as it softly whispers your name
Casual Whispers….. Carefree dreams….. Loves gentle caress reaches out to me….. From out of nowhere~ from out of the blue I wasn’t even looking and then there is you somewhere in the distance, the wind whispers your name… It echoes softly a declaration of love Written beyond the shadows of time Ours is a love that knows no boundaries Accepts no rules Your love has branded my heart…… I want to reach out and touch your heart the way you have touched mine….. Does the mention of my name ignite your soul the way yours does mine???? Do you whisper my name??? Reach out to pull me near……????? Are you merely a dream???? A fantasy perhaps… Except… I believe in YOU!!!!
“To the man who is my lighthouse…. my shield…my guide, mo aer!”
Loves whisper calls out my name….. teaching me gently to no longer be frightened or ashamed Loves whisper is drawing me in with a scent so intoxicating I want to take it all in Guiding me gently…Showing the way….. Pulling me softly into your arms… Protecting me…Sheltering…. Nurturing…Sweet… and true… I love all that you are… Who are you to me….? You are the wind that whispers for me to believe…. You are the sun that lights the way… You are the stars for wishing…. A raindrop promising renewal and hope… Gently you guide my way….. Loves gentle whisper is calling….
Now I’m fairly certain you have allowed yourself to ponder is it possible could she mean me well, baby, we could throw out names all day long or maybe I will just tuck your name in my back pocket or perhaps your name already kisses my skin! in case you are still wondering yes my prince is still running around whose touch sets fire to my skin in the most beautiful way
For the man who is everything! #Trending in anyone’s heart that ever mattered!