YOU SAW ME

YOU SAW ME

I rest in the arms of all memories we share,
Of laughter, joy and tears at times.
They bound us from childhood with trust;
With the knowledge of care.

“ You saw me “. This beautiful, written note
to his loved great grandfather when he passed,
from a young grandson who grieved.
Grieved his hero and friend.

Can it ever be greater than that,
To love and see deeply the soul inside.

c/ miriam ivarson

THE STAR

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THE  STAR

I threw kisses at the roses
as they shone so bravely
on a cold December morning;
Making my heart sing,

as I polished the windows in readiness
for the Advent Star to hang and shine.
Preparing the table for the Crib
to stand serene, age old story to tell.

Every treasure transmitting love 
warm memories,
from childhood and on.

The joy from the girl I was – and am,
from the children of mine,
as their exuberance and fantasy poured,
also awe. 

In all this richness surrounding me
I saw the sorrows too and a whisper;

Cry my heart, cry
don’t fear your tears;
Smile my heart, smile
You are but twins within each one.

The strength of love won out, no space for tears,
as we rejoice in our creations, recognize our traditions
held in care and trust;

Sharing loving hugs

© miriam ivarson

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