Write Tender Light

I'm a poet in life's road. I’m a singer of songs to the wind, and a dancer to the spirit of nature. I’m a writer to my story. This is my life.

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I have been in my life a singer, dancer, musician, artist, writer, and a mom. But always there are the stories in my head waiting to be written. I’m 55 and life has been full… of everything. I’m married to the love of my life for 29 years now. I have had two children a Son and Daughter. My daughter is married and has two lovely twin girls. My son was lost to us in 1990. That sets us to where I started writing again. I had to find a place of peace to come to grips with who I am. I found in writing there was a truth and strength. Most of all is that in all that I’ve been through in life my words have finally come together. And I found the Best of the best in me, “on paper”. Story to be continued!

Sunday, June 19, 2005

A Letter For Dad




A Letter to Dad,


Today’s a day for thinking, reflecting. When I remember all the times you were there, for me. Deep down inside I knew I wanted to have you be proud of me. I looked for you every day, looking up to you. I did what I was told when I was a child so long ago. Silent, I kept the special me inside. I looked to you for the paths I would take when I was growing strong. For the guidance I would need when the world would fail me. When the world was full of such dangerous creatures in the night I was in fear those days. A word or two from you was all I ever wanted.


I think back, far back, when you were young. I was so tiny against your world. Thinking back it was the day you took me to the park that stays with me every day. That day I remember thinking, “Look here’s my Dad. He’ll take good care of me.” I watched as I put my small fingers out to feed the ducks. Thinking, I must remember this day. I was daddy’s little girl that day, I was three. Bright and shinny my face was, as you held me close to you.


You gave me hope that day. And I took it with me every day as the world grew too large for me. I looked to the books on the wall the gift you gave us all. And dreamt of worlds I would conquer. Places I would go, and I was there, trapped in the pages. I knew then I would write. Finding the words was not so easy though. Time passes to quickly and now the words have all faded from view. But today the words are mine. And deep inside there are the stories I write.


So here is my gift in return. Thanks for giving me a path, a world of books, and the words, to find my way. Although our paths have never been the same, the words I write today would have the meaning of thought and love behind them. I have a great deal of respect for you, and all you could give. I’m so glad these days to spend my time with you, in your world and mine. Although the days are short, and time moves to quickly I still remember all the days you were there in my life. Greater still to be left with the knowledge you sought to share. It is your love that is in my world. And your words are in my heart! I’m proud of you dad! I’m looking forward to the days to remember, tomorrow. Happy Fathers Day,

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