On Sweet Golden Morn

Hiya Heartpoet here

Kimmie December 2000.

Photo's taken just prior to our first meeting.

On Sweet Golden Morn

With angels of heaven in light of the dawn

I found my one true love on sweet golden morn

I found her surrounded by jewels and the dew

Where clear crystal water flows brightly to view

Where freshening daisies spring skyward to stars

Where Universe spins from Venus to Mars

And so I collapsed into my true love's arms

Where smitten I wrapped my soul in her charms

An angel of heaven, a light in my dawn

I seek my one true love on each golden morn.

~*Heartpoet*~ 2002

Dear Daughter/Dear Dad - Stars

Two twinking stars.
This photo makes me teary...how gorgeous are their souls?

Hiya Heartpoet here. 
Here's a taste of my new blog that I share with Rhiannon
Dear Daughter/Dear Dad 
Reflections from a Dad and his Daughter in their own words....

Dear Daughter

Life can be full of brilliant surprises. In my night-sky right now I have two radiant female stars. These have been glowing for many years now, pulsing like heartbeats on the dance-floor. You know one – you need to know that you are the other.

Your relationship with the other is like no other. I could never imagine either of you in an orbit of your own. Together you are a stellar constellation.

As day journeys  into night, temperatures can change and contact can be lost. Contact can freeze. Yet through all these days and years that have passed, through all the winters in which others might expire, my two stars continue to circle each other. You complete the circle of true life.

I love the stars of my night-sky.

Love
Dad
xxx

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 New followers are most welcome!

A trip down memory lane

I have spent my morning wading through a couple of big plastic storage tubs of actual photos. From pre blogging and pre fb days when the kids were much younger. From the days when you actually took photo's, had them developed and then placed them in an album or tub etc. Precious memories. I plan to scan quite a few over coming days and share them with you here on my blog - commencing later today. I would love for you to follow along as I take a trip down memory lane.

New posts up at the blog Heartpoet and Rhiannon share...

Dear Daughter/Dear Dad

A daughter

Happy Mothers Day

Mothers Day

A day filled with so many emotions.

Memories take us back. Dreams take us forward.

How’s your spirit this Mother’s Day?

Motherhood is a process

“Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest.” 

― Debra Ginsberg

I am blessed to be their mother. 

I love that they both have such open, expressive and honest souls. 

They make me stronger every time they show me
 how much they've grown,

the ideas they've absorbed, the things about life they've come to understand and the amazing and artistic concepts
 they are both interested in.

I feel stronger because I have played a role in giving them what they have both needed to find their way, discover their own truth and figure out who they are and what they believe.

Being a mother involves attitude,
 not simply being a biological relation.

The nature of mothering infers
 lifelong nurturing and protectiveness. 

 Parenting hinges on eventually making yourself redundant,

however mothering never ends.

You are a mum for life.

Your kids no matter their age still need their mother.

My role now is to help them build faith in themselves
 and gain hope in the world around them.
 To allow them to experience life on their own terms
 and to allow them to be their own person.

Motherhood is a process. Learn to love the process.

Southern Girl

Southern Girl

Blossoms curling one by one in a slow cascading fall
Autumn's whisper on the turning sun a season's early call
Time begins another watch from another day to night 

And creatures scatter far and wide to colors black and white

Yet this heart beats from beat to beat in a lifetime's settled quest
Love sustained with every pulse within this heaving chest
For nearby lurks a southern girl the woman of my heart
We've been together some years now and I've loved her from the start

I love her on the moonlit nights on the nights of steady rain 

When darkness sighs in the early hours when the curlews call again
I love her on the silken sheets on the passage of the dawn
Slowly gently light explores our pleasures into morn
I love her with the noonday heat with the steam that snakes and whirls
When shadows fall away to hide within her dress's swirls
And I love her as the lightness fades on another nature's day
Helpless in these arms of love in the way that lovers play
So lurk forever southern girl woman of my heart
Single pulse we beat as one our love to never part...

~*Heartpoet*~

In The Spotlight - Kimmie

What's the best advice someone has ever given you?

There is nothing to fear but fear itself.

If you could have any superpower, what would you choose? 

As a lil girl my favorite TV show was Bewitched. Beautiful Elizabeth Montgomery was the perfect actress to play Samantha Stephens, the good witch with the nose twitch. So I would say white witch powers ;)

If you could invite 3 famous people to dinner, dead or alive, who would they be?

Oprah - what can I say but I am a long time fan.

Princess Diana - all grace and style

Patrick Swayze - for some after dinner dancing lessons...one look at you and I can't disguise I've got hungry eyes ;)

Early bird or night owl?

Night owl for sure. I tend to get a second wind around 10pm and stay up too late, then feel weary the next morning.

If you had a time machine, would you go to the past or the future? To what time and why?

I would go back in time. I have many questions I would love to ask my Nana (who passed away when I was a young girl). Questions relating to my Mother.

What are you most thankful for?

I give thanks daily that after having 4 miscarriages and almost losing Brenton in early pregnancy that I have had the experience of carrying a baby to term. To feel life fluttering, rolling and hiccupping inside my tum. To awake still groggy after a C Section and see a lil chicken wrapped snuggly tucked under my wing. To experience breastfeeding for the first year. To be called mumma for the first time by a bubba with a dribbly gummy smile. The chance to parent over the years that have followed. To also be entrusted with another persons child and have the opportunity to love and share in their life - an unexpected gift and blessing. My children have come to me via different means. No one way more special than the other.

Questions posed by Rhiannon.

She Said!

She Said!

She said she loved me on a blue summer's day
White cotton waves on an open sea
And I fluttered, my heart flicking over
A thousand times a Rolls Royce purring
She said she loved me on a cool winter's morn
Dawn mists swirling on an open field
And I stumbled with every surprise, a gift
From the universe her warm breath stirring

She said she loved me on on a leaf strewn autumn's day
Grandfather trees soon stripped bare
And I reeled in the showers, nature changing
Minutes and moments on a fast train whooshing
She said she loved me on a clear spring's day
Green plants sprouting at the cool stream's edge
And reaching we collided til our limbs our hearts were touching
Whispers of a true love, willing pulling pushing

She said she loved me -
And all the stars exploded!

~*Heartpoet*~

In The Spotlight - Heartpoet

What is the best compliment you've ever received?

 I love you.

What three words best describe you?

Whacky, Frustrating, Inquisitive.

What are you most proud of yourself for?

Having a natural ability to make most people smile.

What do you like to dream about?
Strolling in the cool forest mists with my darling Kimmie.

If you could keep only three things, out of everything you have, what would they be?

My retro scooter, my wits (what's left haha!), the circle of those I love.

What is your favorite meal?
Kimmie's home-made Nachos - soooo yummmyyyyyy!

What causes you to lose sleep?

Too many things to detail. I'm a very restless sleeper. I would prefer not to have to sleep at all!