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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Night

The frogs croak.
The owl hoots.
The clocks tick.
Children sleep soundly.
I sit and listen.
I am thankful for today.

Lisa McIntosh

Thankful

I have love.
I need no more.
I have faith.
I need no more.
I have friends.
I need no more.
I have you.
I need no more.

Lisa McIntosh

Summer

Sizzling sunshine
drenches the day.
Sweat
drips
down
my
back.
I breath in warm, humid air.
Shade is a small refuge.
But wait, a breeze
floats
my
way.
The caress of an angel.
Butterflies
and
dragonflies
don't mind the heat.
They are carefree as they fly.
I stop to watch them and
remember summer is full of
beauty, too.
I will truly look more often.

Lisa McIntosh

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Bliss

To be here now
is truly bliss.
To feel the breeze
caress my lips.
To sit and rest
with nothing to do.
To just be here
next to you.

Lisa McIntosh

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Just a Mom

"I'm just a mom." I've said it, too.
But it really is quite untrue.
You are a superhero in a minivan.
You do more work than Superman.

You love, console, and sympathize.
You are a gift rare and wise.
Your children are like fruit on the vine.
You nurture them and it takes time.

Sometimes it seems hard to bear.
We give and give and seem to get nowhere.
But seeds have been planted -
of some we are unaware.

Next time you're feeling
overworked and underpaid.
Remember that you are truly blessed.
Although right now you just want to rest.

You matter more than you now know.
As you watch your children grow,
Rest in the knowledge
that they love you so.

As children age, they realize
you are grand, wonderful, good, and wise.
They have been given a marvelous prize.
They have a mother with love in her eyes.

Lisa McIntosh

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Life

What is the hurry?
Why do I rush about?
What am I seeking?
I have all I need.
I am blessed.
I feel the breeze.
I hear the birds.
I smell the flowers.
I touch your face.
I need nothing more.

Lisa McIntosh

Monday, February 15, 2010

Robins

They float from tree to ground.
Peacefully, they seek out food.
There is no hurry, no rush --
just a task to be done.

Soon, they will leave my backyard.
Traveling from here to there.
They are merely passing through.
Smiling, I wish them well.

I am too rushed, too hurried.
Life is to be lived and enjoyed.
Everyday moments hold wonder.
Slow down, take them in.

Lisa McIntosh