Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Wake up Mama Nettie....

Live and enjoy life!!!

Thank you to all of you who have continued to check on me over the last few years.  I've been so very out of pocket!!  Here's a recent picture of B, E, and L!!  Unbelievable right?!

Here's one of the projects that I've been working on over the last few months!  Let me know if there's any interest in a pattern! I've got it written....that will prompt me to take the time to type it out!!  :)

Today Maya Angelou passed away. She was a stunning person with such a beautiful mind and heart.  She inspired me in so many ways, and her words touched my heart.  When I heard that she passed on to be with God, I was convicted.  I've been writing for so many years and I allowed life to stop my sharing!  One thing that Ms. Angelou never ever did was allow life to stop her sharing her talents and touching peoples hearts!!  Never again.  So, Maya Angelou, wherever your beautiful spirit is today, thank you for being an inspiration to so very many exceptional people, and thank you for being an inspiration to me. May God rest your soul Sweet Lady.

In honor of Maya Angelou, I am going to share the last few years of my life with you one day at a time thru poetry.  I'd love your comments.  I believe the beauty of poetry lies in the eye of the beholder.  That means that the state of my heart when I wrote it has less impact than the state of your heart when you read it.  Share with me?? I want to know what it means to you.

By: Nettie

Weakness is the largest word I’ve ever tried to swallow.
I cannot seem to make its bitter taste go down at all.
I want to stand, I want to move, I want to give, to love, to live
I yearn to care for everyone and so I say “to hell with it”

I stand up and I take a step and tremble till I fall
And those who don’t believe me think I never stepped at all
I cry until my eyes swell shut because I’ve let them down
Then I reset my shining smile, refuse to wear a frown

My head pounds and my body shakes and no one can say why
My options may be limited, but the options are still mine
I choose to stand in times I can, and not sit idly by
There’s not a use in wallowing, though sometimes I may cry.

There’s strength inside this weakness, once it’s finally swallowed down
Accepting it and living still, is in itself a crown
And I will find the light in it, for there’s light to be found

For there’s a Savior died for me and onward I am bound.

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