Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
I remember watching my then two year old serenade her grandfather, as he taught her to curtsy. She would read and sing to him as if she was beyond her years. He would talk to her as if he was speaking to an older child. They had a connection and her behavior around him was somewhat surreal. There are times she would cry, “I want to be with grandpa,” A few weeks after he passed away unexpectedly. At the repast she sat in the yard, where she spent so many times with him, with her hands under her chin. While sitting she shook her head and made an open hand gesture and said “Grandpa is gone.” This father’s day would be my husband’s first father’s day without his father but we know that he is with us in spirit. To paraphrase the poet, David Harkins ‘we can smile because he lives.’ We are full of the love he shared, we will cherish his memory and let him live on and we will open our eyes smile, love and go on. For those who facing this sweet sadness of a deceased father or grandfather cherish their memories because indeed they are living in our memory.
A Father’s issues tangle with life
Patchwork of sweet sadness
Weighted memories – fragile
Eclipse a strong sense of you
Connect with essence
Steadfast replay of moments
Reserve – vacant space
The familiar territory
An ideal crafted, enchants
Pure spirited
Infinitely charming
Rich and self contained
Things noticed in the dialogue of life
Engaging open and compressed
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Poem Written By Brenda L. McCartney
To all fathers Happy Father’s Day! Enrique my love, friend, husband and father of our beautiful daughter, Happy Father’s Day.
Photographed by Chandler
As individuals we are placed on this earth to progress in all areas; mentally, spiritual, physically etc. When we learn we move forward. I hope that what you have learned recently, whether through experience, proxy or in written form that it transports or even transform you to a position to further progress.
Golden thoughts breaks upon your
Words, phrases, sentences, titles
Outline my thoughts
Seals vivid memories
Devour emotions
Reflects moods
Drapes vision
As it resonates with significance
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Incredible silence achieve
Epitomize lifestyles
Monologue between covers
Layer on sheets
Metamorphosis begins
As I think, see and dream
In opulent spaces
Influenced enriched
By the reverence of time spent
Talent treasured and nurtured
Patterned in expressions on pages
Framed in a collection…
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
Photographed by Beckie Lee
“I Love You More Than Rainbows” when I heard (singer/songwriter) Ryan Bingham say this phrase to his wife at the 82nd Annual Academy Awards my first reaction was that it evokes images of someone who is rare and precious. It is more than a phrase it is a book by Susan E. Crites. My daughter has a similar book by Sam McBratney called “Guess How Much I Love You.” It’s about a hare and his son. He is telling his son he loves him and always will love him. It is so amazing to think that these animated characters and simple poems can express so much love. Poems can express so clearly our emotions, from sadness to anger, from joy to boredom, we who write know how easy it is to put our minds and souls in text. Yet we also know that no words can ever convey how we truly feel. Maybe we can compare a poem to a snapshot from a black and white camera, and a book based on a poem is like a snapshot taken with high-definition Technicolor clarity. I do love my family more than rainbows and I’m glad that books – however brief can capture that reality so eloquently. This is an excerpt from Susan E. Crites’ book:
I love you more than rainbows and beautiful skies.
I love you more than buttercups and wings of butterflies.
I love you more than ice cream with sprinkles on the top,
Or jumping in the pool with a great big belly flop!
Trance
Four forty six in the morning I lay in bed
Turn the sepia album in my head
Its hands clutched around my neck in a pincer grasp
String pearls with titanium clasp
I leapt through your paths
I dodged through your alleys
I ran through the ghauts
Soldier
Runaway
Fort
Even Mefraimie
Luscious imaginings; houses and landscape lay before me
Dizzying chasm in the blistering heat
Hot springs plastered with shale licked my feet
Ochre streams smiled lovingly
Vivid colors captivated me
I retreated to your mountains
Lawyers
Farrells
Galloway’s
Perches and Roaches
Locked in by the vertiginous cliffs
As I melted in your beauty
Delighted in picturesque Plymouth an awesome city
I peaked in at Sturge Park
No urge to stay
Took a ride to Jumbie Dance it is a long way
There I was in a trance
That powerful rhythmic chant
Lost in the rhythm of the dance
My hair stood on end
As they left for Trant’s yard around the bend
Discovered the historical burial ground
A vast archive
Unfold the past live
I mounted Hells Gate
Dizzyingly complex
Leaving those tortured souls behind vexed
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Poem by Brenda L McCartney from LeAp a collection of poems
Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
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