I got the idea for this post from dear Mama Kat. I know it is not Thursday yet, but I am posting this today anyway. Because, I can. Right?

So, I chose number four on her list this week.

4.) The last thing you lost.

If you want to get some inspiration from the ever popular Mama Kat, too, follow this link.


“So, what was the last thing I lost?” You ask. Well, I will get to that it due time. First the process. I saw the prompt, and liked it, but I couldn’t think of the last thing I lost. I mean, truly, I lose things all the time, so why couldn’t I think of the last thing. Then it hit me…You’ll just have to wait.

Then, as I was thinking about how to form the blog, I decided to write a poem. For inspiration I read some Sylvia Plath poetry. But, she doesn’t have a strict construct to follow, say like a sonnet, and I can’t write like her. So, I’ve decided to write like me. Here it goes…




I seem to lose
it a lot. In fact
I’m surprised I ever find it.

And, usually when I do
find it. I only lose it again
shortly after.

I have papers that prove this.
From the “loony bin”
if you will.

These papers prove that,
at times,
I’m as mad as a hatter.

I often lose my mind.
And, I can’t think straight,
sleep or do anything.

I often cry and sit
and stare. Sometimes
my mind moves too fast.

And, then I can’t sit still.
My heart races, and I jump
from one thing to another.

I lose touch with reality,
and contemplate ending
it all.

It is a very
and scary place to be.

While there I’m
desperate to find
my mind, and be

Normal. The ever
Normal. My mind gone

I cry out,
in silence,
for help.

But, it seems to
never come.
And, I lose my

Faith. All is
lost. And I hate
God for leaving me there.

But, then as if by
a miracle,
the very breath of God.

I find it, again.

1.) Write a poem inspired by the last conversation you had with your child.

This is the prompt I have chosen today from Mama Kat. I am SO thankful for her!! She helps make Thursday writing easier, and thus helps shape up the whole week! She’s hilarious, too! If you haven’t checked her out yet, you should click on the button above, and follow it on over to her page. You will laugh. I promise. 

So, today I’m writing about a conversation with Lizzy-Jane, because Claire doesn’t talk yet. Well not officially. We do carry on cooing conversations all the time. I don’t coo at her. I talk. She grins and coos. It is great!

I’m writing about a conversation I had yesterday. It is not the most recent one, but I think that is A-OK!

You wiggle and squirm
and generally
build my patience on a
daily basis.

Today you were climbing
into your car seat
at your own
For sure!

Then, suddenly
you started crying.

I, of course, being the
asked you,
“Why are you crying!”

Probably not the most
patient voice in the neighborhood.

You responded,
“Because I want to see him.”



And, I almost cried, too!

Poor baby, Daddy is so
But, he works so much,
and you go to bed before he
gets home.

Do you know he works so
to provide for you?

So I promise that
tonight you can stay up
in your pajamas
to see

2.) Write a poem inspired by a picture you took last week. Share both!

This is the prompt I chose today from Mama Kat’s workshop.

See the joy on her face, and the pride and curiosity on his face. This picture was taken last week during my beach vacation. My Mother and Sister-in-law had gone out to breakfast with my Mom’s best friend. I volunteered to stay home with the children. I’m not really that in to breakfast, and I had already had a breakfast out with my Dad earlier in the trip. I got lucky, and my Dad stayed with me to watch the children. Of course, Lizzy-Jane is mine, so it is not baby sitting with her, but Clay, my nephew, adds a new dimension.

My Dad agreed to let them play with the play dough. And, they REALLY enjoyed it. The other bonus? I got some good pictures, including this one. I loved taking pictures on vacation. I got over 150.

Shortly after this moment a minor melt down occurred, followed promptly by a nap. My Father, he and I are odd birds. We spent the whole nap time cleaning (he even vacuumed) the rented beach condo. It’s always nice to have freshly straightened digs!

So, now for the promised poem:


The little children laugh and
delighted by the most simple things.
We big folk don’t have to work too
to find a moment they will delight in.
And, we are the true winners!
The ones who get to
their faces as they discover new

So, I just didn’t know what to write about. I kind of didn’t want to blog at all, but I figured I should try to stay on that horse. Because you know when you fall off, it becomes increasingly more difficult to get back on…Anyway. Suffice it to say I was at a loss. So I went over to Mama Kat’s to look for some inspiration from her writing prompts. And, this is what I found:

Describe yourself in five words. Choose one, and write a poem.

So, here goes nothing!

1. Sad

2. Creative

3. Mommy

4. Mercurial

5. Tired

(I know these aren’t very inspiring words. Sorry. Yep, I’m still not feeling good. And, I’m just trying to be honest. If I was on the other side of this illness the list would look completely different. But, alas, this is where I am!!)

So, now to choose one to write a poem about. I have to tell you, number 3 is definitely high in the running. Or, it could be number 4 or…any of them really. Let me ruminate for a moment.

I kind of wish I could just put a picture here. Wouldn’t that be so much easier. And, you know, a picture is worth a thousand words! OK! OK! I know. I promised. I will try to write a poem….. Now see if you can guess which word I chose.

You and Me
(With apologies to Charles Kingsley)

When all the world is young, princess,
And everything seems possible,
You know you are a princess,
Because, for Mommy to lie is impossible;
And, she tells you plain and clear, you are her princess
And, you believe her, looking back with those big eyes,
Girls, like you, my dearest angel princess,
For you girls, we store up every priceless sigh.

When all the world is old, princess,
That’s when I earned the title Mommy;
For to be your tired Mommy, princess
I must be very old and have a big tummy.
We tell you, inside that tummy, is another baby
And, maybe you don’t understand quite yet
But, when Claire comes, and you see her, maybe
You will finally know what it means to have no regrets.


I don’t know if I like it. Be kind! I tried!!

There is a group called Celebrating Recovery, and sometimes I think I should join that group. Today is one of those days! I am in the midst of the longest string of *good* days that I have had in THREE YEARS! What has caused it? God. Definitely. Our move. Most certainly. An increased dosage of a good medicine. Surely! And this *overcoming* of illness that I am experiencing has me *OVERCOME* with joy and thanksgiving.

Mark 5:42
Immediately the girl arose and walked, for she was twelve years of age. And they were overcome with great amazement.

John 16:33
These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

I am writing for Mama Kat today. Prompt #4: What battle are you fighting? Write a poem overcoming.




(With apologies to Emily Dickinson)

Success is counted sweetest
to me, after waiting long.
I thought the day would never
come when I could stand strong.

Not once would I believe it true,
that three weeks would I see
a solid string of good old days
and productivity.

As I stand a top this old
obstacle, I cry out
with a joy before unknown.
This is what life is about!

In this time of great turmoil
and loss, my hope is strong
for the people of Japan. I
hope that they will find rest,
peace, and most of all – hope
as they struggle for survival among
great loss, devastation and seeming hopelessness.

For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His
pavilion; In the secret place of
His tabernacle He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon
a rock. ( from Psalm 27: 5)

I would have lost heart, unless
I had believed that I would
see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.
(This is from Psalm 27:13)

Moving is not fun.
Packing boxes is the worst.
I’m pulling my hair out.

But then you unpack,
and that could be much, much worse.
Will it all fit in?

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