Flour, sugar Roll out the dough Fourth of July pie Here we go! Cut out stripes To wave in the wind Cookie cutter stars Corners to mend All rest atop A cherry or two Stripes dressed in red Stars sleep …
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Jul · 22
Soft sounds count each breath with
clarity, mindfulness and motion.
Every swell erupts into hope, rises and falls
in fullness, leaving joy as a postscript.
Breathe in to fill three-quarters,
that which is left of a lung, a section
disappeared one sunny morning, a favorite
corner rendered useless by a scalpel.
Pushing air out even harder,
pain shoots down the spine,
suffocates the rib cage and the heart.
But the heart still loves, still smiles.
Life breathes in three-quarter beats,
arouses a heart to sing, a soul to pray,
a mind to dream. Invites love to play
under a delicious full moon.
Count the breaths. One. One-half.
How many birthdays, he asks.
Grandma, that’s a lot of birthdays.
A lot more to come, you say.
Smell a future filled with fresh air,
even in three-quarter beat. Hear the
sound of laughter, the voice of strength
residing in a cage meant to be opened.
Make songs with every breath when
air and music wed as one. Sing for
respite. Sing for hope. Sing for life,
notes attaching to the summer wind.
–Victoria Emmons, May 2017
Birthdays, Challenges, Destiny, Hope, illness, kindness, life, Loss, Love, Musings, Pain, Persistence, poems, Poetry, Relationships, Time, Wedding, Writing
Happiness, iIlness, joy, kindness, love, poems, recovery, strength
May · 20
Three candles and chocolate cake
Crowned with vanilla ice cream
Balloons flutter and bob in the air
Too high to salvage
A young girl mouthes “Hi Daddy” in silence
Surrounded by a windy Hawaiian day
And friends around the birthday table
One sister on her right, another her left
The colorful scene on a bright morning
Forever captured in a 16-millimeter tin
When Mother baked specialties to please
And tied boxes with pretty bows
A perfect moment
Until the next year arrives in glorious fashion
And another and another until finally
Surprise at number seventeen
savored for all time
Twelve friends hiding in a room
Offer sudden smiles, song and love
A pile of presents to open
Music and dancing fill the air
Fifty years, a second surprise
Colleagues appear unannounced
Claiming they knew not the day
The same as seventeen, only older
Laughter, gin and candles play
In the twilight of life
Gazing at photos that must be me
A younger, more attractive version
Each year, I succumb to the day
That I chose to enter the world
Bake my own cake, sweet frosting on top
Blow out the last candles
—Victoria Emmons, copyright 2017
Aging, Birthdays, Challenges, Friends, life, Lonely, Memories, party, poems, Poetry, Time
aging, Birthday, memories
Jan · 23