'Love Notes' by Denton Lund
The Creative
Spirit Newsletter
January 18,
2002
January
is Alzheimer's Awareness Month, and Dee has composed a special poem for this
occasion. You may also visit her site: http://members.tripod.com/dee_k7k/id83.htm
for more information on Alzheimer's Disease.
Dave
Grant has also submitted a beautiful photo taken in October when there were
many foggy mornings. The effect is almost surreal.
On
a more mundane note, we have all noticed that everything is different since
September 11. Perhaps this is more noticeable here in North America where
we are constantly made aware of the situation on TV. But the changes have
gone inside us too. We are more subdued. Many of us notice that
email is less, jokes are fewer, and... we have had far fewer additions to our
Creative Spirit membership.
When
I founded The Creative Spirit last March it was never my intent to go for
quantity versus quality. Members will filter in as they find us, or as
some of our more observant members invite them ~smile. To date there are
approximately 50 people receiving our newsletter, though not all those have
websites. In an attempt to keep my job somewhat low-maintenance, I am
comfortable with these numbers. Are you? If you have suggestions, if
you wish to increase membership, or if you have contributions, please let me
know.
Blessings
from Cheyenne 
Morning Fog, by Dave Grant
A
Daughter's Lament
What do
you see when you are looking at me?
What lives
in your mind behind those eyes that watch
without a
trace of recognition?
Do you
remember the little girl you dressed in petticoats
and patent
leather Mary Jane shoes?
Does the
smell of her baby sweet flesh and the feel
of silky
strands of golden hair sliding between your fingers
ever enter
your mind?
Do you
remember her years later with hair bobbed pixie style
her knees
and elbows bruised and scratched
hanging
from the limb of a tree,
betting
the boys that she could climb higher than they.
In that
mind behind the watching eyes
do you
have a picture of her in the years that followed;
when first
boys and then young men gathered around her
like bees
to honey on a summer afternoon.
Do you
recall the secrets that she shared with you
in soft
conspiratorial whispers and happy giggles.
Do you
remember how you held her when those sighs
gave way
to tears
a tender
heart broken forever....or so she thought.
In that
place where I can not reach you
do you
remember a lovely vision in white...your angel
floating
down the aisle on the arms of her father?
Does it
bring tears to your eyes like those that you shed
Does it
bring tears to your eyes like those that you shed
that
lovingly bound you to you firstborn?
Oh Mom,
please tell me that somewhere in your secret
thoughts,
you
remember the weight of a sweet boy child laid in your
arms only
moments after the birth that you were there for;
this
little man, your first grandchild, your future,
your piece
of immortality.
What do
you see when you are looking at me
behind
those eyes that watch without a trace of recognition.
Mom, it
hurts so to wonder and never be sure but
heart to
heart, soul to soul I have to believe.
Though you
may not know the woman who stands here today
in your
memory there lives a daughter whom you loved
and whom
you knew loved you in return.
I love you
Mom.
©
D.W. Rickard 2001
'Sepia Angel' by Denton
Lund
Quote of
the Day
Praise
not spoken, talent not used, and love not shared, is a waste of spirit. A
waste of spirit is a waste of one's life. If you appreciate something say
so, if you have a gift share it with the world, and if you love somebody... tell
them.
~
Cheyenne ~