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
-
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
-
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…
-
Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
photographed by Monica Meade
There is something about stormy/ hurricane-like weather that makes the child in me return. I usually get excited watching the waves bash against the coastline as the sand disappears. The sound of the pitter patter of the rain drops beat gracefully against the frosted glaze of the car windows. This morning as I drove along the western coast en route to work I could not resist the urge to take it all in. I rolled down the car glass as the rain gently kisses my body and soothes my skin. For some this grey day is inhospitable as it triggers regretful sighs. For me, this rainy day instills awe and thankfulness. For me days like this indicate a beginning, a sign of a good fortune and a gift to treasure. As the seagulls gather noisily and wander just above the rush of the waves a warm feeling inside me swells, and at the same time this weather represents the quintessential British life that I miss.
Photographed by Brenda L. McCartney
Recent Comments