Poetry and art by Lary Fraser...
she's a gardening granny, enjoying small town life
in the Interior of British Columbia, Canada
Interlude published in Sketchbook 4-6, 2009
Lavender Moments
Lavender moments roll down through the greyness
that sometimes hangs heavily over our heads;
if we can just catch one and breathe in its essence,
our thoughts will go swinging on lavender threads.
Lavender moments are clear with a focus
that shows us the rush of this journey we're on;
we suddenly see the importance of pausing
to savor the sunlight before it has gone.
Lavender moments are fresh with awareness
of all that is precious -- the waking-up smile
of a loved one, the warm validations of friendship,
the markers we leave at the end of each mile.
They're filled with an "ahh", like a soft-feathered murmur
that layers a hush on our workaday lives.
Our burdens feel lighter, our faith becomes stronger
whenever a lavender moment arrives.
© laryalee fraser
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Teddy Bear Comfort
Remember the giggles
that dusted our childhood,
the fantasy threads that we spun?
We sloshed into puddles,
blew multi-hued bubbles,
had picnics with teddy bear fun.
When naughtiness surged
out of mischievous urges,
we'd shrink from the scoldings in sight;
then curl in a blanket
and sob with abandon
while hugging our teddy bear tight.
As years slowly settled
their weight on our shoulders,
the bubbles all floated away.
Our picnics and giggles
have now been sequestered
by schedules we're bound to obey.
When caught between pressures
that threaten to break us,
our hearts feel a hesitant tug;
we need a few moments
to curl in seclusion,
with teddy bear comfort to hug.
© laryalee fraser
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Tender Walks the Night
Tender walks the night
when there is sorrow in the garden,
softly sigh the branches
on the passageway of tears.
The candleglow of heaven
lights the path so newly-trodden,
resting on the shoulders
of the loved ones gathered near.
Slowly folds the rosebud,
petals closing in the dark;
the scent of love will linger,
giving strength to bear the burden.
Memories will open --
let the flow of healing start.
Tender walks the night
when there is sorrow in the garden
© laryalee fraser
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