I know this is going to sound haunted, but with my theme yesterday I thought I would add something that happened to me. My father had died; my boyfriend didn't feel comfortable in my home and took off. He said, he could feel my Dad's presence. My Dad didn't like him and not many teenage boys want to deal with death and grief. Thanks Dad,you were right, he was a twerp ! I'd say about a week, after Dad's death; I was driving home from the Colonial Theatre. I was in college and worked here part time. I was nearing Moose Point State Park, it is the darkest part of the commute home. When my headlights went off. They did come back on, but I was freaked. Then I felt the strangest presence, it was so intense. I turned my inside lights on. I could feel someone staring at me. My hands on the wheel were shaking; I kept glancing over at the passenger seat. I started crying; I just felt overcome. It felt like my Dad saying goodbye. When I hit the top of my street, I turned the light off. I had one other incident with him, but I will save that for letter V. It's good.... I did go have my car checked; there was nothing wrong.
I thought I would share a poem I wrote about Hands. Some of you have already read this, it fits this post for me.
Memories arrive like scattered love letters,
Lines of life, wrinkles of time appear,
Aged, liver spots darken the thin skin, that papers the river of our hearts,
Extending branches, hands shaken, caressing a soul, teaching joy,
The evolution of our work,
They teach, they reach, they preach
They touch, they hold, they scold,
They love, plant and paint
They bake, hold and write
They sew, mend and fold
Tools of our souls holding onto dreams, praying,
A trace shares the ripples of past shadows,
A trace shares the ripples of past shadows,
Breathing light into dull, faded pearls,
An attic of memories tucked away, squeezed and pleased,
An attic of memories tucked away, squeezed and pleased,
Faded skin like a fragile leaf, a branched out life,
Hardened blue veins, rivers that once rippled,
Underground thoughts surface with a touch,
Reaching the current of the soul,
Body language a gift, we can open doors to hearts,
Offer olive branches, pen letters of love and forgiveness,
A map of life's work shows the soul has lived,
As the river flows and the current grows weak,
Our hands extend the soul's beauty in how we speak.
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And just to report to the Cake Nazi :) that I'm baking a B-day cake today, a peanut extravaganza, you shall see photographic evidence in a few days over at our Facebook headquarters :)
Have a wonderful week-end.
Yvonne.
jabblog-Ought oh, I don't think they can, just yet...
Yvonne-Never, your painted prose always inspires and makes me emotional! Lady you have been published a whole book! Thank you for your kind words @>-----
Dezz-I will be by; Sounds wonderful; is it your B-day?! I will stop by...so I can oooh n' ahhh~lol
Wanda-I can remember it, like it happened a few yrs ago. Funny, how certain memories permanently
are etched in our brains. Thank you~
Jennie-Thank you for visiting me; Yes, I do believe my Dad knew...saw something, I didn't.
I will be by to visit~
My favorite part -
A trace shares the ripples of past shadows,
Breathing light into dull, faded pearls
i can't wait to read V either! i love the depth of your poems!!!
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
Elizabeth
Elizabeth-I have had encounters with my Dad n' grandmother. I was close to both of them...It does give one hope~ Thank you, so much; Means a lot!
Jules-Yes, let's do that; I would love to hear your encounters! Thank you~
Marcus-It definitely was odd and very memorable!
Memories do tie our souls together, in the threads of life.
Amanda-I was frightened; It is called Moose Pt because a lot of moose cross the highway there.
Thank you so much; I enjoyed your post with your Mom~ I'll be by!
Alex-Sometime I hope you will share; Thanks for telling me~
Mary-Thank you; there were other odd things. He had been playing a coke game. Winners on the bottle caps. He had bought a 6pkg of bottles. Everyone of them was a winner. It was strange; the alarm clock went off the time of his death. He died in the AM; it went off at exam time in the PM. If someone decided to do that to be funny...it was not~ Thanks for believing me~
I rode home the rest of the way with the light on~
Pebbles-Thank you; I wrote it awhile ago, but thought it fit this topic.
Craig-It is interesting to know these stories; It may happen to you someday and you will be open to it~ Thank you!
Spenc-It is like "A wrinkle in time" makes one ponder the what ifs! Thank you~
Hi Bud-I don't have a poem, for V, but I might just do one...It would be fitting! Thank you, so much~
Anne-I would love to hear, why someday! Thank you!
Hannah-Thanks for stopping by; Thank you~Nice to meet you~
Donna-How intense; thank you for sharing! I believe it~ I will be by~
Siv-Beautiful, sets us free...I like that~
Yes,Stephen, I believe he was. This person did try years later to enter my life. I was not interested~ Thank you!
xoxo