The Roses

Easter rose

Their colors brought infinite joy as they were cared for with pride
The thorns did not lesson their beauty; not one delicate petal was denied

Red velvet symbolized eternal love forever nested in their hearts
Carrying them on a cloud of nine so they could almost touch the stars

Their presence, bending towards the sun, bestowed radiance to the hours
The fragility of their petals revealed true beauty in these flowers

The elegance of their appeal interlaced in the fabric of their love
Now pure white roses hold true an enduring devotion in Heaven above

 

Lauren Scott August 2017 –
In honor of my parents
who are together again 💕
(Photo: Google)

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Preoccupation

A few hours of solid
sleep was better than
nothing before the body
awoke and shifted into
high gear with a reeling
mind too active for
three in the morning

Those thoughts wouldn’t
rest until the clock read
an hour later, after battling
the tossing and turning
and consistent whirling

Then it was time to step
out of the routine and 
into an adventure that
didn’t even own a spot
on the bucket list

LS 2016

Little Comfort

It’s not likely to be tougher than this
Pain exceeds the wildest of imaginations
Sunsets fade into melting memories
Pleading is heard with no negotiations

Control keeps its distance on the furthest horizon
Progress stays on the trail of stagnation
Sunrises fail to uplift with their vibrancy
An opened door leads only to resignation

LS 2016

 

Here’s the Scoop…

Dear Friends,

As most of you know, I took a three month break from blogging, and I have recently returned. I missed it, and I missed seeing all of you who have faithfully followed and supported me. I’ve taken many breaks throughout the past five years, so please know that I’m not crazy…But I have to be honest with myself in realizing that blogging just isn’t in me anymore. I’ve started slowly with college (which I snubbed soon after high school), but I’ll begin to take more classes each semester to finish earlier-or at least before I’m too old to walk across the stage-and if I do this, blogging won’t have a time slot. Honestly, writing poems is still on the back burner, but my next English class will involve creative writing and poetry, which might help stir up some inspiration.

So…I’m going to keep my blog open (for now), but I won’t be continuing to interact in the blog world. For five years, this blog has been a big part of my life, but I feel that part has run its course, and now a new chapter is evolving. I guess I won’t say that I’ll “never” return, but for now, it looks unlikely. I’m excited about my college journey, even in mid life, and I have officially decided to pursue an Associates Degree in English, and who knows, I may even go for a Bachelor’s! You’re never too old, right?

Anyway, that’s it, my honest feelings. I tried and gave it another shot, thinking that I would jump right back in like before, but things are different now. I’ve changed and so has life. I sincerely wish you all the best, and I’ll miss you.
So…Stay Safe, and Be Happy!

With Love, Hugs, and Blessings,
Lauren ♥

 

 

 

Warmth and Wise Words from Tuesdays

As a piggyback to my previous post, everyone has their struggles, moments when they feel defeated, when they need to cry. (Because of the situation, our moments will be ongoing until..well, we don’t know. We only know what we know right now, which entails a lot of gray area.) But after the moments, they get up, they move forward, and they smile again.  One day at a time and all is good…thanks again to all of you who offered prayers, hugs and support…

This weekend, my daughter and I did some Christmas shopping (avoiding black Friday madness), and it was a great mom/daughter time. Santa brought me an early gift, something I needed, adding some fun (and warmth) to life…

Red slippers-001

“Behind every successful woman is a fabulous pair of shoes”  🙂

 

 

 

 

To those of you in the U.S., I hope your Thanksgiving was peaceful and special. And for everyone visiting here, I hope your weekend was the same!

I’m re-reading Tuesdays with Morrie, written by Mitch Albom. Long story short, Morrie was Mitch’s old college professor, who was dying from ALS. Most of us has someone special in our lives who made a heartfelt impact. For Mitch that person was Morrie. Mitch met with Morrie each Tuesday for Morrie’s last class. The subject was The Meaning of Life, taught from experience. Although Morrie was dying, he kept a positive attitude. Through his genuine, loving, and heart-tugging manners, he taught all who knew him “how to die so they could learn to live.”

I’m ending with advice from Morrie (so much profoundness in this book). It will change your perspective on life…

Mitch asked Morrie, “do you ever feel sorry for yourself?”
“Sometimes, in the mornings. That’s when I mourn. I feel around my body, I move my fingers and my hands-whatever I can still move-and I mourn what I’ve lost. I mourn the slow, insidious way in which I’m dying. But then I stop mourning.”
“Just like that?” Mitch asked again.
“I give myself a good cry if I need it. But then I concentrate on all the good things still in my life. On the people who are coming to see me. On the stories I’m going to hear. On you-if it’s Tuesday. Because we’re Tuesday people.”

My wish is that when you leave here, you take away something positive that will benefit you in your life, in whatever you’re going through…

Much love,
Lauren

 

Hidden

Dear PSC,

Your invisibility plays havoc
On how she is perceived
For when you strike,
She hurts and so do we

You don’t show your face
The pain is from within
But it’s no less horrific
Yet she won’t let you win

She’ll fight with both fists
Even from the ground
You may land a good punch
But you won’t keep her down

Our hearts hurt for her
She’s our precious daughter
We’ll fight you by her side
Come hell or high water

Lauren Scott © 2015
(for S ♥)