I want to thank my daughter for the inspiration for the following post. I have already posted something in memory of mom in “I Will Remember” but her comment on the post gave me pause to post yet something more with her comment on ‘hands’. It brought tears to my eyes and then I began to write.
Her Hands
Her hands brought love in
food she prepared, the baked
goods, the dinners, the
table laden there
Her hands brought love in
hair that she washed, brushed,
cut and braided with care
unsurpassed
Her hands brought love in
teaching many a passion for
reading, sewing, gardening
lives seen with compassion
Her hands brought love in
strength a heart holding life
lived through all of us to the
end from the start
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
Breaking Out
The Path
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The path lies here but where
does it go beneath pine needle
carpets hiding soundless
footsteps silently from all
that lies below
The path that twists and turns
like random corkscrew chains
running away but still anchored
only springing back again
all goals eschewed
The path lies here but where
beneath a moonlit stream of
light bouncing off shadows
the trees spreading like giants
within the night
The path takes curves that
climb then swiftly drop into the
depths where it will always be
found where it continues its’
rest in ‘You’
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
Airwaves

The airwaves brought
you to me from
around the globe
the other side
of the earth
                                                          Up  “popped” the box
                                                          telling me you
                                                          had arrived in
                                                          grand fashion to
                                                          tickle me inside
Your voice emanated
via your words
sending your love
with a big ‘Hug’
making me laugh
                                                                       The airwaves brought
                                                                       you inside my room
                                                                        an electronic link
                                                                       from the other side
                                                                       of the earth
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
I Will Remember

Like fleeting images of photos that
dance before my eyes I remember
you, as yesterday’s warm sun against
my skin, I remember you and the
warmth rushes in and sadness too
all caressing me gently as you,
yes, I remember you
As the mirror portrays our likeness as
I peer into its’ glass the reflection is
you smiling bringing you close from the
past for a moment we look at each
other, just briefly I hear your laugh, I
ride the tide along with you in the
memories of my past
In the letters of words written, in the
birthday cards sealed with your kiss
that you sent every year I was blessed
that said what you could not and really
what it is that you meant to, of all the
hurt and good times, of the times I will
never forget
When I look in the face of my children,
the grandchildren too, their dance in this
life is your dance, the one that I always
knew and loved because it was yours and
you gave to all of us now for us to remind
us always and always to be mindful, yes
I will remember you
© May 2011 Renee Espriu
Eyes of the Soul

Try seeing with the eyes of your soul to
imagine life upside down, inside out, a
life where animals that walk the earth
had wings to fly instead and the birds of
the air had legs to walk on the earth,
what would life be like then…
Phenomenal
Cats, dogs, horses,elephants with wings
to fly high above to play with the clouds
to venture to mountain tops covered with
snow, to see running rivers swift, lakes and
oceans to delight, confounding the senses
what would life be like then…
Mesmerizing
Birds transformed into creatures with legs
walking in fields of flowers, climbing to the
tops of mountains, traveling to the depths of
valleys, amazed at the smallest of creatures,
curling up to sleep in hay or on a bed
what would life be like then…
Serendipitous
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Leave the Earth Behind
Take flight on Eagle’s wings
soaring spectacular uplifted
on currents of wind to
heights atop mountains,
river currents swift
Leave the earth behind
Create song as Chickadees,
Mockingbirds and Sparrows do
melodious notes of harmony
invisible ties binding together
choruses blending
Leave the earth behind
Grow within and without amongst
colors vibrant of Tulips, Daffodils,
Hyacinths, Pansies, Sweet Williams,
Marigolds, Pinks and Roses a
spectrum of hues vast, timeless
Leave the earth behind
Soak up the sun and raindrops
with the fruit trees budding
prolific nurturing fruit cocooned,
the heather, azaleas,
rhododendrons blooming
Leave the earth behind you
Becoming one with the earth
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
Witnesses
The heavens crying tears of grief displaying
emotions of thousands who traveled here,
spectators craving like vultures to see the torture,
cruelty of the execution of innocent men, though
one man is the star attraction, this man speaking
heresy to some, truth to others
The skies light up with sudden strikes of lightning
illuminating the ground on which planted they are
like trees without branches except arms, legs
lacking the green of leaves save the crown of thorns
on one, without the sap that runs albeit the blood
through different veins uprooted
The day turned night darkest, no sun shining,
the wind carrying the weeping of a few women closest
not able to believe nor understand that life would come
again to all when the tomb, stone rolled away, they
would witness no body within and carry away with
them the joyous news there is life
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
All She Owns

Walking the streets with shuffling
footsteps carrying all she owns
not mindful of people staring
not caring that life stole
family, a life, a home
Sitting on a bench back bending
eyes closed in the noon day sun
faceless among passersby
resembling a live statue
created by all and none
Sleeping by the wall of a bus stop
disappearing in layers of clothes
all that she has in the world
now she is nameless alone
living a life not chosen
© April 2011 Renee Espriu




