Fairy Dust and Starlight

Fairy dust and starlight,
Excite a little girl’s heart,
She’s sure there is magic,
In the sparkle of the stars.

She was only five
and had a rough life,
now in a new home,
she prayed for less strife.

Her foster parents spoke of Jesus
and going to Sunday School,
they gave her a new dress,
with sparkles, lace and tulle.

There were sparkles in her eyes,
but they slid down her face.
seems mean little girls,
didn’t know about grace.

The pretty lady noticed,
and took her in her arms,
“Honey, you look beautiful
with your sparkles and your charm.

The other little girls are jealous,
But they don’t mean you harm.
You just keep on sparkling,
Jesus made you so.

You have fairy dust and starlight,
to share with us,
and remind us of His love.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
10/24/16

Little Squirrel–A Poem for Children

Little squirrel, little squirrel,
please go away,
you can come back,
some other day!

We’re all out of corn,
bird seed and suet,
but if you’ll please leave,
I promise to get right to it.

You standing at the window,
tapping on the glass,
chattering angrily at me,
will not speed me up,
just wait and you’ll see!

You’re very cute
with your black button eyes,
and your chubby little cheeks,
but those will do nothing,
except gather flies.

So, go away, go away!
Why won’t you leave?
I’ve never met
such an ornery old thing!

Ok, I’ll go buy you
all kinds of seed,
if you’ll just hush up
and listen,
and then leave me be!

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/17

Old Man

Playing cards or dominos,
as we do every week,
he slipped back into French,
then could barely speak.

His brain had grown too tired,
and his body soon it followed.

I know he is old and frail
and today he cannot think,
but it’s a hurtful thing to see,
and even harder to swallow.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/27/17

In Every Skein of Yarn Lies An Opportunity for Beauty

 

In every skein of yarn I see
and feel an opportunity for creation,
beauty, joy, comfort, and love.

For every skein of yarn is still
open to all possibilities of
what it may become in my simple,
worn out hands.

In every person I meet,
I see an opportunity for shared meaning,
creation, beauty, joy, comfort,
and love.

For every person I meet is still
a stranger and open to all possibilities of
what our relationship may become in both our
simple, worn out hands.

I always pray, with my worn out hands outstretched,
that I will see the Light in others,
and that they may see the Light in me.

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/25/17

Things I Love–A New Poem

I love sitting in my recliner,
watching the little birds flutter by
outside, eating from the birdfeeder
hanging outside my window.

I love watching the kamakaze squirrel,
finding a way, always, to do magnificent
flips and jumps to get to the birdfeeder,
to steal and eat the seed meant for
the birds. (He is impressive!)

I love sunshine,
how it lights up the world,
and leaves a sense of optimism
and a beautiful smell
in everything it touches.

I love people who are kind,
who are compassionate and caring.

I love people who aren’t afraid
to touch others with their presence,
with their love and care.
Touch is so healing.

I love how water is the most important
thing we can ingest.
It is so simple and plain and yet,
we can only live three days without it.

I love the simple things in life.
I love hugs, baby toothless grins,
flowers, rain, and old dogs who
are loyal and follow me around the
house, just wanting to be near me.

I love the smell of mown grass.
I love the yardful of golden
dandelions that pop up every spring,
and stay to visit all through the
summer days and nights.

I love conversations with family,
friends, and strangers,
in person, where I can watch
their eyes and their faces
further communicate all they
try to say with words coming
from their lips.

I love that we never know
all there is to know about
love and life.

I love how just when I’m feeling
jaded and cynical,
God sends an everyday miracle
for me to observe and I
feel inspired by the simple
kindness and compassion of people
around me.

I love God.
I love people.
I love life!!

Doris Elaine Wood-Lane
4/25/17

Things I Love–An Old Poem

Things I Love—A Poem

I love springtime anywhere,

but I think the longhorn cattle

in the Texas bluebonnets

love it even more.

I love music by

young people.

They rearrange notes

that come out

fresh and young,

sounding like hope.

I love Oikos

apple pie yogurt.

It’s health and home

   in every bite.

I love new babies

and their sweet smell,

freshly minted in heaven.

(Do you think angels

dust them with that

right before birth?)

I love a baby sinking into me

 in the rocking chair,

while I hum a lullaby

until we both sleep.

I love poetry,

writing words,

feelings out loud,

to share my heart–

   so someone

can feel it beating.

I love Alan’s kiss hello

 each morning,

and my kiss goodnight

 to him each night.

I love all of my

sons and daughters,

 those of my flesh and

   those of my soul.

I pray for them

all each day.

Most of all,

I love God.

I’m thankful He still listens,

because…I talk to Him,

ALL. THE. TIME.

If I were God,

I’d break up with me

for so much talking,

but He assures me

He loves our talks and

would be heartbroken

if I stopped talking

to Him and telling

Him what I love.

God is so lovely,

Isn’t He?

He IS love, completely.

He loved me first.

So I love and love,

and hope to be,

more love, so someday,

when I die,

all that will be

left of me

is a sunbeam of love,

shining on the floor.
©Elaine Wood-Lane

     4/16/14

NaPoWriMo Day 1 (a week late)

April Fools caught this fool, 

too busy to write, 

too busy with tools. 

The weather was snowy,

not a bit like a spring,

I had no way of knowing,

it was time to start rhyming 

for the poetry thing. 

Now that I’ve started,

a week much too late,

I’m going to keep going,

with poetry, I hope,

that is much more great!

D. E. Wood-Lane 

4/8/17


Please forgive my tardiness in joining the party!  It truly did snow this week and besides that I started training to become a nursing assistant.  My brain has been fried (or would that be frozen?). I’ll catch up tomorrow though!