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I'm a grandmother, a nursing educator, an avid knitter and an aspiring writer. I created this page for family and friends who expressed interest in reading my writing. It is mostly poetry with a few short stories sprinkled here and there .

The poem on this page is one my Mom favored. The collectible trinket is from a needlework picture of Longfellow's home she completed. Mom loved poetry and was an avid reader. She and my brother,Rasputin , inspire me still.

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Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV
#897241 added November 12, 2016 at 5:51pm
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Harbor Not 10/14/2010
You gaze at me with deep longing
Searching for answers, reaching into my soul
In your eyes filled with light and dancing with possibility
I see golden dreams spun on pools of amber.

Sweet music wafts and tugs at my heartstrings.
Your strong arms encircle me
I feel safe and warm.
You are my shelter from life storms
You are my light in the harbor.

You come bearing gifts – strength, solace, compassion, friendship
Kindness and humor – your eyes betray your mirth!
Familiar, comfortable, a page from my past
Like a character from a book coming to life
You offer me love, my knighted one.

Your kisses unwrap a longing in my soul
Your passion consumes me
My body aches for you, desires you.
And you provide with one touch
Infinite magical moments.
My soul bursts into the light and soars above the harbor.
You play me, again and again
Like a familiar tune, my body responds
Arcing with pleasure and desire
For this intoxicating gift
And I am happy, I feel loved.

With dawn’s light,
I see in an instant, one passionate moment
A glimmer of another, a family resemblance so strong
Leaves me breathless; it is too much to bear
It overpowers my heart; I no longer soar.

Parched and thirsty I drink from your cup
Over and over, hoping to be fulfilled
But it is never quite enough to overcome
The memory of that moment
And slowly your gifts begin to fade.

You are cousin, kith and kin.
You are no longer welcomed within.
Harbor lights are fading, growing dim
I hear your words, I can not speak
For I do not want the light to die

Yet, it was I who said good-bye.

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