The windows closed, draperies faded covered in dust and drawn to the sights and sounds of the world
No sound of wind blowing in, no sound of  music out, no laughter heard just quiet sobbing.
Where once fine china and crystal sat upon the table, now a chipped and cracked bowl,
with watery grains of sweetened rice and near clabbered milk, set for one.
A centerpiece of once bright yellow sunflowers  faded, wilted,
water rancid.
Another day  of grieving for the loves lost and of solitude
A time when others were around yet unable to see the heart,
the wish to be loved, needed and involved.
Forgotten and left to ones own echo of time and life long ago.
Climbing into the marital bed late at night listening to the sounds
of sleep from the one that no longer remembers who you are
calling another’s name
Thinking of grown and gone children so afraid of their own loneliness,
they can’t see the wilted sunflowers, nor her wilted heart,
a heart withering …just like the sunflowers…
A heart withering like the flowers.


Traveled many miles these many  years, some with laughter and joy.. a lot of tears
Youth of Spring all new and blooming, free as Monarchs all a flutter
Babies my Summer of yellow sunshine, the warmth  of cuddles, overwhelming love
Contentment my Fall as gentle as the leaves as they flutter to the lawn
Now Winter is upon me I shall dance the dance, listen to the Music God provides
My soul waiting for the next season.

copyright 2016 LWC

Today Is Her Birthday

Forty-Seven years ago today I brought a beautiful little girl into this world weighing 6 lbs. 8 ozs. and 22 & 3/4 inches long. I lost my heart that day as I held that new life in my arms.
Forty-one years later, I held her in my arms weeping over her body in death.
The years  have not been good for our family and selfishly I will say for me especially.
I know that we are meant to travel our roads of life with love and compassion, empathy and selflessness, opening our hearts and sometimes our wallets and homes to those in greater need. But most days I don’t feel like being compassionate  or selfless.
As we grow and mature we learn to accept the steps of life but this step I wish I could have missed and did not have to accept.
It is not easy to wake each day knowing I will never see this child of mine again. That I cannot pick up the phone and hear her voice, make her favorite meal or bake her another birthday cake.
I am trying to accept this change in my life even now these six years later. It is hard and I feel so alone in this fog of grief that surrounds me. Many have passed since my beautiful daughter and for each passing, I am ripped with the pain of their agony and grief and for my own.
My beautiful daughter  Klysta LaNell  August 20, 1969-February 19, 2011.428854_3771596608966_1227116193_n

Our World

CqKP-fNWEAA1thWI look at your little body bruised and bleeding in the big orange seat
that seems to swallow you, it is said you are only five years old,
big brown eyes of calm when adults would be screaming and crying
your demeanor one of abject defeat for one too young to question the whys.
I wonder when I read trending tweets, Facebook, and other social media
all the prejudice and hate against you and others like you why and how
could we the greatest and strongest nation on earth deny you sanctuary
and a new life?
I don’t know what has happened to our world, our compassion, and empathy, our hearts… that we can look at this photo of you and deny you safety.

I wrote this last year about this one little boy, now I am ashamed to say it encompasses many more. I am angry, sad and ashamed at what has become of our country and those representing us.