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Our Story (Ode to Amy)

This should have been posted yesterday (the 18th) in honor of my dear friend of 20years, Amy Mobley-Fisher.  This was written for her, but she never had the chance to read it herself.  She passed away after a long, hard battle with breast cancer.  Her homegoing was October 12, 2010.  Yesterday was her birthday.  With love to Amy...

Melting into friends
Maturing into sisterhood
Through late nights of laughter
Dreams painted in poems...

Australia in the summer would be nice-
A flight to Rome
Anything but home
Adventures express themselves
In sweet walks,
Long Talks
The wisdom of a reflective spirit.

Life takes off like the rapids
Often crashing us into the rocks
Only peeled off by the friendship
Began in bobby socks

So sweet, so simple
So yesterday,
So long ago...
The depth of our connection
Wavering, growing, changing
Weaving in and out of life
An enlisted loved one,
Caring by choice.
Listening, growing
Creating a voice.


Sweet fellowship
Meek Leaders…

Song of the Sleep Sirens

I was trying to crawl out of bed early this morning and this is what starting sizzling in my head, so I got up and composed...I am pretty sure most of you can relate.  I probably need to do a little bit of editing on this, but I thought it was fun, so enjoy!

Song of the Sleep Sirens
There are legends, from the days of old. Legends from the sea, Legends that the sailors told which capture you and me. Of beauty that surpassed all who walked on land their voices, shrill with hypnotizing song, but cursed with deadly hands. The legend is now closed in book and pirate tale but the ladies of the deep have found a new home in our sleep. At the haze of daylight they awake and sit along dream's edge- between reality and sweet retreat of coverlet and bed. “A few more moments their voices beckon, they will make you feel so well” “But the time!” My conscious cries, but I am paralyzed with song. Sweet lullabies caress my soul and bid me to sleep all morning long. As I drift deeper into restful bliss, my eyes beg…

The “To” Step

Standing upright with wobbling knees, shaking nerves and a loss of balance, I move forward with resistance in my soul. I thought at this point in life, walking would be easy. Walking is that great moment in your history that your loved ones anticipate with trigger ready lenses. Somewhere along the way walking through life, even in a literal sense can present challenges you never dreamed would hold your feet to the pavement like hot tar. This is my experience, my experience in walking. Walks have become the fundraisers of our time. There seems to be a walk almost any weekend of the year raising money for a good cause. Although a cancer survivor myself, I hadn't ever participated in a walk, that is until this fall, when my husband suggested we be apart of the team his employer was putting together for the local breast cancer walk. I quickly agreed when I found out it was exactly one year from the anniversary of my best friend's passing.  She had fought a long, honorable fight w…