Something About Sunday…

A day of rest for weary bones,

can bring peace and quiet to a busy home.

A day that is different from all the rest,

reminds us that we’re truly blessed.

Blessed to give thanks to God up above,

on a glorious day, specially infused with love.

A day to reflect and prepare for the week,

and all the positivity our souls can seek.

There’s something about Sunday, and that’s for sure,

a day to rejoice in thoughts that are pure.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

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When I Was Born…

I was born on a humid day in June,

my new eyes danced a hopeful tune,

the wordless song, of a baby’s croon.

At first glance, how my mother swooned,

filled with the joy of life’s loving spoon.

The world seemed to pause at my arrival,

so dependent on others for my survival.

With eyes wide open, I looked all around,

at this new place, I had somehow found.

This woman who stared, with eyes that adored,

I felt all the love her heart eagerly poured.

How I wished I could tell her, that I loved her too,

with the innocent sound of my infant ‘coo’.

She seemed unsure about what to do,

but her loving expression said, “how I love you”.

How happy was I, in my world anew!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

***This poem was inspired by a ‘prompt’ I received in a class I’m taking on Saturday mornings. We were asked to describe the day we were born through our own eyes. This is what I came up with….hope you enjoy it!

When Two Hearts Meet…

When two hearts unexpectedly meet,

their wandering souls clumsily dance.

Like amateur puppets on invisible strings,

they sway to a tune that is unfamiliar.

Both struggle to catch the infectious rhythm,

but each hear the beat of a different drum.

Clumsier than most but better than some.

Will they ever come together as one?

One heart stops beating in anticipation,

while the other speeds up in pure elation.

The rhythm soon changes, out of the blue,

there’s only one thing left to do.

Both hearts race to master the dance,

 to give their ‘meeting’ a fighting chance!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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Passionate Crime…

I once hurt someone who to me was very dear,

so young at the time, overcome with so much fear.

So many years have passed since I broke this brother’s heart,

I only hope he has forgiven me, while making a fresh start.

He was the one and only ~ my first true love,

the feelings that we shared, I now only dream of.

I often wonder how I could have done such a thing,

to a brother who undoubtedly made my heart sing.

I could blame it on m y age, so young at the time,

I just can’t make sense of it, this passionate crime.

However, what goes around does come back around,

for the love this brother gave, I have not again found.

But time does heal and I must forgive me,

and until I do this, I will never be free.

Free to explore and give love again,

knowing another’s heart, I can capture and win.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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April Love

This a beautiful piece from Mihran Kalaydjian. I thought I’d share…enjoy!

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April Love

We have walked in Love’s land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?

A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips forgot
How the shadows fall when day is done,
And when Love is not.

We have made no vows – there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.

So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile. 

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Thankful For You…

I wonder if you ever consider in your thinking,

that you are certainly not alone.

I share your worries, fears, and doubts,

we’re only human and that makes us prone.

Prone to the wicked ways of others,

that can be cruel and lacking of care.

The best part about having you in my life,

is that I can lean on you and share.

I hope that you feel the same kind of bond,

that seems to be making us stronger.

The more I look at your handsome face,

I want you to be around longer.

I don’t even think that you realize,

the redeeming qualities that you possess.

When I’m in your arms, I feel so protected,

while basking in the warmth of your caress.

A caress so genuine to the touch,

that it has to come from your heart.

When you leave my side, I can still feel you,

but I do hate when we have to part.

So truthfully, I just want you to know,

I’m so glad that you came my way.

How much do you really mean to me?

I don’t know if words could ever say!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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A Sister’s Love…

Even though the distance between us is far,

there’s a special bond that we share.

I often wish I could reach out and touch you,

at times, life doesn’t seem fair.

It’s sometimes hard to put into words,

the depth of my love for you.

I can share with you my innermost thoughts,

for you have often seen me through.

You may not know it but you mean the world,

a call from you really brightens my day.

The time passes quickly while we catch up,

but we never run out of things to say.

We don’t always see things eye to eye,

but we respectfully disagree.

It helps to strengthen the bond that we have,

because we allow each other to ‘be’.

Being the individuals that we are,

and no matter what differences arise.

We will always be sisters no matter what,

for God has given us the ultimate prize.

My love for you is special and rare,

like a delicate flower untouched.

I cherish the relationship that we both share,

I love you so very much!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall