CookiesAndMilf's blog: "My poetry"

My daughter... Where do I start? How do I begin? To help you become the woman you are within. If ever you're doubting and feeling low, remember the things that you and I know. You're smart and sweet and kind and pure, you're generous and thoughtful, of that much I'm sure. From the time that you were an infant I knew, that as long as we're together, we'll always pull through. No matter how far you are from me, we have a connection. Our love is the key. For as long as you live I've got your back. Together we can overcome any attack. You've got me in your corner any time you're in need. Because to see you cry makes my Mother's heart bleed. Remember the things I've tried to teach, that nothing.. NOTHING is out of your reach. Whatever it is you do with your life. A surgeon, a singer, an artist, a wife. You can accomplish so much and be such a success. But if you fall, I'll pick you up and this I will profess. You'll always have your Mother's love from now until the end. I love you and I thank you, for being my very best friend.

~A room without a view~ In a room without a view, there sits a girl in tears. She hasn't been there for days or weeks, but for months and years. She sees no man, woman or child. Only the same four walls. She sits there wishing and waiting, for someone to answer her calls. Her eyes are blotchy, puffy and red. And her cheeks are stained with tears. She sits in a room without a view, for months and then for years. ~*~ Karoline ~*~

You think that I don't love you.. But I do.. You think that I don't care.. But I do.. I'm sorry you don't see it, or feel it when I try.. The fact that you don't makes me want to cry.. It rips my heart out of my chest and throws it on the floor.. When you ask me if I love you any more.. Can't you feel my heart ache, can't you see it in my eyes? What have I done to make you believe our love has died? Rest assured, you are my heart, my world, my life, my breath.. From the very day that we first met, until our last in death.. I'll try to show you better, how much I do love you.. I'm sorry you don't think I love you.. But I do..

You think that I don't love you.. But I do.. You think that I don't care.. But I do.. I'm sorry you don't see it, or feel it when I try.. The fact that you don't makes me want to cry.. It rips my heart out of my chest and throws it on the floor.. When you ask me if I love you any more.. Can't you feel my heart ache, can't you see it in my eyes? What have I done to make you believe our love has died? Rest assured, you are my heart, my world, my life, my breath.. From the very day that we first met, until our last in death.. I'll try to show you better, how much I do love you.. I'm sorry you don't think I love you.. But I do..

Pieces of heaven right here on Earth. In a lover's kiss or a child's birth. A hug from a friend and a letter in the mail.. Small pieces of heaven that never go stale. Pieces of heaven that cleanse your soul. A love that uplifts and doesn't control. The unfurling petals of a new flower grows.. A look, a smile that only they know. Pieces of heaven touch our lives every day. The others we touch and in the things that we say. Tears of joy and the song of a bird. Sweet words of love that are overheard. Yes there are thorns to pierce your skin, just keep close the pieces of heaven within... ~Karoline~

My poem for Maeve Because I fancy myself a lyrical soul, my gift comes in form of a poem. May you feel who a person is before you even know them. Empathy, my darling Maeve, the ability to read someone's soul... To divine whether their heart is true or false and remember the Empath's goal. Compassion, connection, feelings so strong. You may feel your heart has known for so long. Concern for how another feels, that overwhelming urge to hug can heal. To feel each emotion so deep and so true, that is what I bestow to you. I pass on my knowledge, my wisdom, my light. May you keep it alive in the darkness of night. May the flickering warmth and glow of that flame; empathy, true feelings and the absence of shame. Guide you, and protect you all through your days... From my soul to yours... Goddess bless you Maeve...

My poem for Maeve Because I fancy myself a lyrical soul, my gift comes in form of a poem. May you feel who a person is before you even know them. Empathy, my darling Maeve, the ability to read someone's soul... To divine whether their heart is true or false and remember the Empath's goal. Compassion, connection, feelings so strong. You may feel your heart has known for so long. Concern for how another feels, that overwhelming urge to hug can heal. To feel each emotion so deep and so true, that is what I bestow to you. I pass on my knowledge, my wisdom, my light. May you keep it alive in the darkness of night. May the flickering warmth and glow of that flame; empathy, true feelings and the absence of shame. Guide you, and protect you all through your days... From my soul to yours... Goddess bless you Maeve...

If death came knocking at your door, would you answer to see what's in store? Would you cry and scream? Beg to be saved? Or is a life beyond death the thing that you crave? Would you smile and greet death with arms open wide? Would you ask death to tea and invite death inside? Would you be at peace? Or would you ignore, if death came knocking at your door. Would you smile and wink? Take death's hand? Would you put up a fight and take a stand? Would your heart sink or would it soar? If death came knocking at your door. ~Karoline~ 6/17/07

My life is lived in shades of blue... Azure, cerulean, denim, prussian, powder, navy too. From the palest of shades to the most vibrant hue, this life I live in shades of blue. Aqua, royal, saphire bright. The shade that comes with the first morning light. The last graying rays before the darkness creeps. Reaching toward the sky until it's overcome by the darkness so deep. Washing over me, refilling my soul, these shades of blue slowly make me whole.