Smiles held in the heart

Smiles held in the heart
Smiles held in the heart

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Sensual Song

Sensual Song

Music has been attributed
To emotions deep within
That slow and sensual song
Is where it will begin

In the silence of my heart beat
Touch can become your play
Turn up the volume on that tune
Making sweat beads where we lay

Wet skin is so inviting
Slightly salty to my taste
That slow and sensual song
Beckons kissing on your waist

Keep the melody in rhythm with my breath
It’s one that makes me sigh
Your scent so alluring
Sensual song makes me high

Monday, March 26, 2018

Serenade

Serenade
by Cathy Windham

Sing a song of meaning
that takes me back in time
Of days and fun we used to have
when we were in our prime

The melody will be soft and slow
as evening shadows grow
For in your guitar lies a song for me
that only you will know

I had the feeling many have 
when they are reminded of the past
that in this moment of the future
you want it all to last

Yet as all dreams and songs do end
when tempo begins to trail
the song you sang for me that day
impressed me without fail

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Driftwood Beach

Driftwood Beach
by Cathy Windham

Discovery of a natural treasure and beautiful site is something you may want to keep secret

As if you are the first person to lay eyes on such a landscape

Finding it can be a challenge
heightened by the anticipation that it will live up to expectations

It does

Tossed and tumbled, dried, silver wood has the look of wild curly hair
in the incessant ocean breeze

Waves smooth it’s surfaces to a sheen similar to polished metal

Striations and cracks hold character as well as your infatuation with it’s aged beauty

Lean back and close your eyes
Listen to the sea gulls as they bob upon the waves 

Spread your picnic in a cove of driftwood and soft crystal sands that reflect gentle light in your eyes


Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Dream Believer

Dream Believer
by Cathy Windham

Can’t stop believing and thinking that I am witnessing a new transition in myself as I come out of a dream.
I’ve protected my core for the last five years. Honestly, I did not think it could be possible to emerge on the other side of heartbreak and still be ok much less better than I was before.
It sure has been a nice feeling to tell you the truth. I took my life back from the tailspin it was in.
Now, I’m no expert on matters such as this. There are plenty of books already written on how to deal with pain and depression after the loss of someone so close to your heart.
All I know is that each and every day, I’m more focused on the positive vibes of the day at hand.
I can make choices based on the knowledge that whatever I choose is right for me and be happy with it. I can allow myself to experience the happiness that I felt was so far out of reach but now is as close as that gold ring on the merry go round!

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Soft Music

Soft Music
by Cathy Windham

You picked up your guitar and adjusted the strap across your shoulder.  Holding it close to your body, your fingers rested on the strings a moment. You began to play and the melody traveled into the surrounding air and was captured in the branches of the live oak trees bordering our secluded spot overlooking the marsh.
Soft tones escaped into the silence and then your voice was added in such harmony that I’m sure Mother Nature heard you, too!
I closed my eyes and listened intently as rays of afternoon sun were filtered by the Spanish moss overhead. I had hoped in that moment the tide would come back in and fill those hollow channels among the grassy reeds like the good feeling was filling the hollow channels of my veins.
It was a fine, oh so fine a time hearing you play and me being lost in the moment of soft music.

Acoustic Dream

Acoustic Dream
by Cathy Windham

Somewhere inside your guitar
lives a song as sweet and soft as
silk
The story of survival through melodies that have soothed your soul
Reaching back in time to bring a song back to life that was written on a piece of scrap paper then tossed across the room
Confidence in sharing those thoughts out loud and imbedded in notes of aged whiskey and oak
Resurrection of feelings of fear and the possibility of happiness
A prelude to dreams that will take you away along the weathered fretboard you hold in your hand so gently
Smooth  and sensual strumming of chords keep rhythm with my heart
So, play those tender songs you have hidden in your guitar for me



Friday, March 9, 2018

Miracle In The Making

A week out from the epicenter. I’m seeing a miracle in the making. 
I try not to envision Jackson’s horrible accident over and over in my mind because it would not even come close to what I know he sees when he closes his beautiful blue eyes. 
Those eyes. Heartbreakers.

My heart is healing when I see his smile and when he gives me a kiss. I hold his hand and let him lean his head on me as he gets his dressings changed. It’s incredibly painful. I tell him to deep breathe and how proud I am of him and brave he is. 

I stand outside his family’s inner circle and try not to be a “nurse.” I want to be Granny. I watch my sweet Lauren & Casey care for their son with such tenderness. It tears my heart out that they are in this stormy trauma recovery mode. 
I am blessed to know what I know about trauma care. Never taking for granted seeing him progress daily is nothing short of a miracle.

One day I’ll dance with this boy/man and we’ll both know that God is with us on this journey and we’ll thank Him again for the millionth time.

I look into those beautiful blue eyes and know he is destined for a great future. 

I love you, Jackson!
😘Granny