As I look past the shadows I see the true lady.
She is the one who hides what she is going through from family and friends.
She is surviving but existing by a thread.
She has learned to escape in a secretive way.
She has learned what it means to be truly loved.
Found by true friends she learns to live again.
Picking up the pieces she rebuilds her heart.
Her friends cement the shatter shards into a beating heart again.
With the strength of character she resolves to create a new beginning.
No longer will she sit back while life walks past her.
Her courage gives her the strength to accept more then just friendship.
She bids her time till things are in place.
Her heart is no longer frozen in time.
Truest hearts know no bounds and can free the simplest thoughts.
Given and shared love will strengthen and free the torn soul.
She finds her heart truly loved for the first time.
Her fair mind finds her true love in his kind sweet soul. She does what she must to do right by him.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Through the Fog
As I look out of my window, I see the fog creep in!
It’s covering the ground like a blanket, tucking the earth in for the night
As I watch the fog, I take a good look at the view through the fog.
There are some branches almost reaching to scratch the earth,
It’s almost a weeping willow effect like at Gram’s
Others stretch up through the fog as if to reach out for the stars.
I sit quietly writing when I see a light it’s casting a shadow on someone I think
My curiosity gets the better of me as I reach for my jacket.
I walk out the door with a desire to find the light maybe I will see what caused the shadows.
As I walk the rolls away from me.
It’s creating a moving zone of no fog.
The edges seem softened as the clearing blends the fog.
A movement ahead catches my eye again.
I speed up my walking wondering who is just out of my sight.
What is drawing me to them like a moth to the light.
I am walking in the damp air with a fairly brisk pace.
Driven to find out what caused the shadow.
Just ahead near the park the shadow stops moving.
I slow my pace with caution lights flashing in my mind.
I smile as I see the neighbour bent down with his dog.
I must have caught his shadow as he walked past the light post.
He would have hurried especially if poor Baby took off after a squirrel.
It’s covering the ground like a blanket, tucking the earth in for the night
As I watch the fog, I take a good look at the view through the fog.
There are some branches almost reaching to scratch the earth,
It’s almost a weeping willow effect like at Gram’s
Others stretch up through the fog as if to reach out for the stars.
I sit quietly writing when I see a light it’s casting a shadow on someone I think
My curiosity gets the better of me as I reach for my jacket.
I walk out the door with a desire to find the light maybe I will see what caused the shadows.
As I walk the rolls away from me.
It’s creating a moving zone of no fog.
The edges seem softened as the clearing blends the fog.
A movement ahead catches my eye again.
I speed up my walking wondering who is just out of my sight.
What is drawing me to them like a moth to the light.
I am walking in the damp air with a fairly brisk pace.
Driven to find out what caused the shadow.
Just ahead near the park the shadow stops moving.
I slow my pace with caution lights flashing in my mind.
I smile as I see the neighbour bent down with his dog.
I must have caught his shadow as he walked past the light post.
He would have hurried especially if poor Baby took off after a squirrel.
Seasons Of Man
Spring brings forth-fresh growth
The flowers and animals recreate life a new
The gentle rain-washes the earth
Spring into life as youth frolic in the meadows
New love changes how we see life
Our eyes no long see the drab but the sparkle of a new day
As an infant he grows quickly
His parents nurture him much like the animals take care of there young
The innocence of youth soon gives way to the maturity of adult
As the spring season wanes warmer days approach
The flowers fragrance fills the air
The crops and gardens benefit from the warm lazy days
Summer start the harvest season
Early crops and the replanting of the fields need to be completed
Season of growth nature is in full force
Man graduates into adulthood
He explores not just his corner but the world at large
He is looking for someone to share his life
Most men take time to find someone who will compliment them
It is a skill to learn how to survive
As a cub learns on his own after trial and error after leaving home so must man
In the fall the crop harvests are finished
Nature slowly puts itself to bed
Preparing for the long cold winter it becomes sleepy
Man prepares a home to protect his family
A safe place to ride out the winter and a place to nurture his offspring
He prepares the harvest to feed the family through the winter months
In the cold winter months nature takes time to rest
To conserve whatever energy it can
It await a new beginning in a breath of spring
Man in the winter of his life has grown old
Tired of the fight to survive he struggles to maintain his drive
In the end of winter he will lay to rest in natures embrace
The flowers and animals recreate life a new
The gentle rain-washes the earth
Spring into life as youth frolic in the meadows
New love changes how we see life
Our eyes no long see the drab but the sparkle of a new day
As an infant he grows quickly
His parents nurture him much like the animals take care of there young
The innocence of youth soon gives way to the maturity of adult
As the spring season wanes warmer days approach
The flowers fragrance fills the air
The crops and gardens benefit from the warm lazy days
Summer start the harvest season
Early crops and the replanting of the fields need to be completed
Season of growth nature is in full force
Man graduates into adulthood
He explores not just his corner but the world at large
He is looking for someone to share his life
Most men take time to find someone who will compliment them
It is a skill to learn how to survive
As a cub learns on his own after trial and error after leaving home so must man
In the fall the crop harvests are finished
Nature slowly puts itself to bed
Preparing for the long cold winter it becomes sleepy
Man prepares a home to protect his family
A safe place to ride out the winter and a place to nurture his offspring
He prepares the harvest to feed the family through the winter months
In the cold winter months nature takes time to rest
To conserve whatever energy it can
It await a new beginning in a breath of spring
Man in the winter of his life has grown old
Tired of the fight to survive he struggles to maintain his drive
In the end of winter he will lay to rest in natures embrace
Never Far
A life was given to me blessed and cherished
An angel of heaven live with me
She could light up the coldest face with just her smile
She still visits my weary heart
Time stands still in my weary with her face lighting it up
She loves her mama
She loves that I am sharing our story
She is proud of how together we are making a difference in many lives
We are showing the world what life really means
Family means more than just blood
Hearts shared and lives intertwined across the world
We loved and still love our angel
Never far from me, she watches
She hopes I will find the happiness we share
She guides me across the sky to the next star
She was my light in a dreary world
She twisted her finger and I became wrapped in her hand
Always loved she lived her life
Touched and blessed she made her life’s journey
Her life may be over but she is still touching many lives
She will live on as long as I still breathe
Never truly gone her spirit rests in the heavens.
An angel of heaven live with me
She could light up the coldest face with just her smile
She still visits my weary heart
Time stands still in my weary with her face lighting it up
She loves her mama
She loves that I am sharing our story
She is proud of how together we are making a difference in many lives
We are showing the world what life really means
Family means more than just blood
Hearts shared and lives intertwined across the world
We loved and still love our angel
Never far from me, she watches
She hopes I will find the happiness we share
She guides me across the sky to the next star
She was my light in a dreary world
She twisted her finger and I became wrapped in her hand
Always loved she lived her life
Touched and blessed she made her life’s journey
Her life may be over but she is still touching many lives
She will live on as long as I still breathe
Never truly gone her spirit rests in the heavens.
My Heritage
My gift of writing comes through my bloodline.
My love for reading comes that way too.
Even the stitching is a gift.
First, writing comes down through the ages from Great Gram to Granny to Mom to me.
All wrote in one form or another from poetry to small verses to journals.
Even letter writing between pen pals Granny and Aunt Connie.
Great Gram wrote beautiful rhyming poetry while her daughter wrote cute verses in cards.
Granny wrote in journals and to her pen pal for years.
My mom wrote journals of sorts about her trials in life.
Now I write poetry in story form.
My heritage is a legacy of writing which I consider a gift.
One of the many gifts bestowed to me.
Granny and Grandpa both were avid readers.
Granny enjoyed a good book while grandpa read to escape when he couldn't sleep.
Mom and I both enjoy a good book before bedtime.
Aunt Connie is a great inspiration to me.
She inspired my love of books through her gifts.
She wrote lovely letters as well.
Granny made beautiful doilies and had lovely quilting stitches as well.
I figure she learned from Great Gram.
Mom learned from Granny.
One of my favourite memories is reading a book under the quilt
That my mom was working on.
Maybe this impacted a love of quilts on me at an early age.
Now my quilts have become gifts for other children.
My love for reading comes that way too.
Even the stitching is a gift.
First, writing comes down through the ages from Great Gram to Granny to Mom to me.
All wrote in one form or another from poetry to small verses to journals.
Even letter writing between pen pals Granny and Aunt Connie.
Great Gram wrote beautiful rhyming poetry while her daughter wrote cute verses in cards.
Granny wrote in journals and to her pen pal for years.
My mom wrote journals of sorts about her trials in life.
Now I write poetry in story form.
My heritage is a legacy of writing which I consider a gift.
One of the many gifts bestowed to me.
Granny and Grandpa both were avid readers.
Granny enjoyed a good book while grandpa read to escape when he couldn't sleep.
Mom and I both enjoy a good book before bedtime.
Aunt Connie is a great inspiration to me.
She inspired my love of books through her gifts.
She wrote lovely letters as well.
Granny made beautiful doilies and had lovely quilting stitches as well.
I figure she learned from Great Gram.
Mom learned from Granny.
One of my favourite memories is reading a book under the quilt
That my mom was working on.
Maybe this impacted a love of quilts on me at an early age.
Now my quilts have become gifts for other children.
Moonlight Embrace
The old cabin has long since fallen.
It hadn’t been used or thought of in years.
But looking through grandma’s picture album, I remember.
A short drive back to the lake and down the lane to the old foundation I went.
Almost drawn by some sort of presence, I was.
Thank heaven, it was a clear moonlight night.
I walk to the back of the foundation rumble, watching for rocks and uneven debris.
I don’t know why I was even here.
There was a picture of the grandparents out here on a moonlight night.
The caption dated the picture before they were married.
It is hard to think of them when they were just getting started.
Mind you, they always reminded me of a couple very much in love.
Actually, I just realised the date on the album was the same as tonight.
Are they going to put in an appearance?
But they both died almost five years ago, is it possible?
I’m now standing just off what would be the old back porch.
You can see between the trees to the old canoe by the lake.
The path is so clear and now I recognise this area from the picture.
They must have stood by the water’s edge in the picture.
So wrapped up in each other that they didn’t know it was taken until much later.
I wonder what had just happened before it was taken.
I briefly remember Gran saying Gramps proposed down by the lake.
Maybe the picture was taken after Gran replied.
They both look so happy in that picture and so in love.
Am I imagining things?
I can almost see a ghostly vision over laying the view.
It looks like Gran and Gramps the night of the picture.
No, I’m not seeing things; Gramps just winked at me.
Their spirits must have come back on this anniversary and they wanted someone to know that they were together.
Now I know why I am here; I am happy for them and I now know that there is hope to live after death.
It hadn’t been used or thought of in years.
But looking through grandma’s picture album, I remember.
A short drive back to the lake and down the lane to the old foundation I went.
Almost drawn by some sort of presence, I was.
Thank heaven, it was a clear moonlight night.
I walk to the back of the foundation rumble, watching for rocks and uneven debris.
I don’t know why I was even here.
There was a picture of the grandparents out here on a moonlight night.
The caption dated the picture before they were married.
It is hard to think of them when they were just getting started.
Mind you, they always reminded me of a couple very much in love.
Actually, I just realised the date on the album was the same as tonight.
Are they going to put in an appearance?
But they both died almost five years ago, is it possible?
I’m now standing just off what would be the old back porch.
You can see between the trees to the old canoe by the lake.
The path is so clear and now I recognise this area from the picture.
They must have stood by the water’s edge in the picture.
So wrapped up in each other that they didn’t know it was taken until much later.
I wonder what had just happened before it was taken.
I briefly remember Gran saying Gramps proposed down by the lake.
Maybe the picture was taken after Gran replied.
They both look so happy in that picture and so in love.
Am I imagining things?
I can almost see a ghostly vision over laying the view.
It looks like Gran and Gramps the night of the picture.
No, I’m not seeing things; Gramps just winked at me.
Their spirits must have come back on this anniversary and they wanted someone to know that they were together.
Now I know why I am here; I am happy for them and I now know that there is hope to live after death.
Keeper's Daughter
A sweet girl living with her father alone in the lighthouse
Mom died a few years ago!
She takes care of dad as he guards the cliffs
The rocky ground is hard and yet vegetables still grow
Mom taught her well how to work with the land!
She also taught her how to mend and cook!
Dad watches the weather and cleans the lighthouse window
They can save many a boat from crashing
He repairs their home while she tends the hearth!
Simple meals created with love
A simple life with few trips into town, the young girl repairs what she can!
Warmth and love goes in every stitch just like mom
Dad watches his daughter blossom into a lady like her mom
He provides what he can but wishes it was more
She never complains but loves him dearly
He knows soon she will leave him to start a family
So he stores the memories of her sweet face over the newest quilt
She wraps her daddy around her finger
Both alone they live here but in a home filled with warmth
You hear the waves crashing against the cliffs but inside you feel safe and cosy
The weather is howling and the light burns true!
They are taken for granted by some others drop off extras they don’t dare get
As long as she can, she will care for the hearth
So dad can protect others from the rocky cliffs below!
Mom died a few years ago!
She takes care of dad as he guards the cliffs
The rocky ground is hard and yet vegetables still grow
Mom taught her well how to work with the land!
She also taught her how to mend and cook!
Dad watches the weather and cleans the lighthouse window
They can save many a boat from crashing
He repairs their home while she tends the hearth!
Simple meals created with love
A simple life with few trips into town, the young girl repairs what she can!
Warmth and love goes in every stitch just like mom
Dad watches his daughter blossom into a lady like her mom
He provides what he can but wishes it was more
She never complains but loves him dearly
He knows soon she will leave him to start a family
So he stores the memories of her sweet face over the newest quilt
She wraps her daddy around her finger
Both alone they live here but in a home filled with warmth
You hear the waves crashing against the cliffs but inside you feel safe and cosy
The weather is howling and the light burns true!
They are taken for granted by some others drop off extras they don’t dare get
As long as she can, she will care for the hearth
So dad can protect others from the rocky cliffs below!
Into Pieces
She was doing more then just painting.
She was putting pieces of her self into her work.
Like the best artist, she shares with the world what she was inspired by.
She creates life on a blank canvass.
It is like taking a picture and it becomes forever caught in time.
I stumbled into her by accident.
She had her hands full with canvasses, supplies and items for supper.
I was rushing away from the latest episode.
The pain was so great that I could not see where I was going
When I finally realized what had happened, I felt so ashamed.
She didn’t hesitate when she saw my face
She gathered her spilled collection of items.
I stopped to help here offering a hand to take the things home.
She nodded as the last of the items were packaged.
I took the bags as we headed down the alley to the rear of the complex.
We climbed the stairs leading to an upper balcony.
She unlocked the door and motioned to the kitchen for my bags.
I set the packages down and follow the clatter of canvasses and brushes.
Standing in the doorway I behold a collection of pieces belonging in a gallery.
I lean over and start flipping through the stack closet to the door.
With an eye for colour I see the life frozen in moments, an old man sitting by the pond feeding the duck or a mother pushing a stroller through the park.
The artist watches my face.
I finish the stack and look up in awe.
I begin to piece the story together.
Here heart was shattered into pieces frozen in those moments.
Without a family to share her life, she paints the hopes and dreams into her pieces.
I see a lady in pieces walking through the world hoping top find life and happiness.
Her art is expressing the need as she pieces her dreams together.
She was putting pieces of her self into her work.
Like the best artist, she shares with the world what she was inspired by.
She creates life on a blank canvass.
It is like taking a picture and it becomes forever caught in time.
I stumbled into her by accident.
She had her hands full with canvasses, supplies and items for supper.
I was rushing away from the latest episode.
The pain was so great that I could not see where I was going
When I finally realized what had happened, I felt so ashamed.
She didn’t hesitate when she saw my face
She gathered her spilled collection of items.
I stopped to help here offering a hand to take the things home.
She nodded as the last of the items were packaged.
I took the bags as we headed down the alley to the rear of the complex.
We climbed the stairs leading to an upper balcony.
She unlocked the door and motioned to the kitchen for my bags.
I set the packages down and follow the clatter of canvasses and brushes.
Standing in the doorway I behold a collection of pieces belonging in a gallery.
I lean over and start flipping through the stack closet to the door.
With an eye for colour I see the life frozen in moments, an old man sitting by the pond feeding the duck or a mother pushing a stroller through the park.
The artist watches my face.
I finish the stack and look up in awe.
I begin to piece the story together.
Here heart was shattered into pieces frozen in those moments.
Without a family to share her life, she paints the hopes and dreams into her pieces.
I see a lady in pieces walking through the world hoping top find life and happiness.
Her art is expressing the need as she pieces her dreams together.
Ghost Rider
I sense someone with me.
I keep looking over my shoulder but no one is to be seen.
As I walk through the forest at the edge of town, the feeling gets stronger.
I hear noises behind me.
It is almost as if something or someone is guiding or leading me.
But I am not on a well-used path.
I left that main path twenty minutes ago when I heard a crash.
It is hard walking through the brush but I can’t see a way back.
I must be on a forgotten or animal trail.
I don’t have any clue what crashed or why I left the main path.
All I remember is a strong sense that I was okay as long as I followed this trail.
I glance over my shoulder.
A branch must of have brushed my shoulder because there is no one behind me.
There is a break in the tree line up ahead.
I pause briefly.
There is a sense of calm surrounding me.
As I reach the edge of the clearing.
I see what looks like an old foundation just off to my right.
I shake my head, make that what is left of one.
Why do I feel this need to check it out?
I walk slowly toward it.
The fireplace is partly intact.
As I enter a partial break in the foundation, I sense like I am coming home.
Walking to the mantle, I feel as if I am walking back in time.
Engraved in the stone work I find initials still visible.
I rub my fingers over the carvings.
The wind caresses my face.
Is someone saying hello?
Someone wants to be remembered.
Ghostrider I will not forget you.
Don’t worry Ghost; I feel like you are my grandfather.
I giggle as I run my fingers over the initials.
I need remember them and can search for him.
I keep looking over my shoulder but no one is to be seen.
As I walk through the forest at the edge of town, the feeling gets stronger.
I hear noises behind me.
It is almost as if something or someone is guiding or leading me.
But I am not on a well-used path.
I left that main path twenty minutes ago when I heard a crash.
It is hard walking through the brush but I can’t see a way back.
I must be on a forgotten or animal trail.
I don’t have any clue what crashed or why I left the main path.
All I remember is a strong sense that I was okay as long as I followed this trail.
I glance over my shoulder.
A branch must of have brushed my shoulder because there is no one behind me.
There is a break in the tree line up ahead.
I pause briefly.
There is a sense of calm surrounding me.
As I reach the edge of the clearing.
I see what looks like an old foundation just off to my right.
I shake my head, make that what is left of one.
Why do I feel this need to check it out?
I walk slowly toward it.
The fireplace is partly intact.
As I enter a partial break in the foundation, I sense like I am coming home.
Walking to the mantle, I feel as if I am walking back in time.
Engraved in the stone work I find initials still visible.
I rub my fingers over the carvings.
The wind caresses my face.
Is someone saying hello?
Someone wants to be remembered.
Ghostrider I will not forget you.
Don’t worry Ghost; I feel like you are my grandfather.
I giggle as I run my fingers over the initials.
I need remember them and can search for him.
Darkness Beckons
Caught in a web of intrigue by a domineering bloke
The power in his voice melts my will
He carries an air of dark intensity that is hard to describe
This darkness seems to spin me round!
Am I still in control or lost in his voice
Am I a victim of his domineering nature?
What is it about the darkness I can’t wait to explore it
It is because it is unknown and mysterious
Or almost evil like that intrigues me
He beckons and I follow
Almost as if I have no choice but
I do have a choice
I have a mind but for some reason
I follow his directions
I am ignoring my usual traits
Why am I doing this?
I am questioning everything I am doing
I am going over what I have done and wonder
I am not who he thinks I am!
I am a kind sweet soul
I am not dark and evil so I walk away and don’t look back
The power in his voice melts my will
He carries an air of dark intensity that is hard to describe
This darkness seems to spin me round!
Am I still in control or lost in his voice
Am I a victim of his domineering nature?
What is it about the darkness I can’t wait to explore it
It is because it is unknown and mysterious
Or almost evil like that intrigues me
He beckons and I follow
Almost as if I have no choice but
I do have a choice
I have a mind but for some reason
I follow his directions
I am ignoring my usual traits
Why am I doing this?
I am questioning everything I am doing
I am going over what I have done and wonder
I am not who he thinks I am!
I am a kind sweet soul
I am not dark and evil so I walk away and don’t look back
Bypass the Fear
Off the pier, I see them swim.
Sleekly, they cut through the water so blue.
Playing an endless game of water tag.
The school of dolphins swims so gracefully.
I just want to dive in to join the game.
Next thing I realise, I was in the water.
I had been pushed.
The dolphins swam over to ensure my safety.
Moments later someone else jumped into the water beside me.
Now there was a sleek man swimming with the dolphins.
Together we play tag for what seems like hours.
As acrobats of the sea, these dolphins were so graceful.
Never have I felt so at peace.
Playing and swimming with these playful creatures.
As the hours pass, I move to shallow water to rest.
Once I caught my breath, I rejoin the party.
Soon it’s time to call it a day.
I need nourishment and sleep.
Only I don’t dine alone.
My dinner date was the mysterious man, who I think pushed me off the pier.
Now maybe I can find out why?
He informs me that he saw me longing to join in the water party.
To be free and swim just like those sleek creatures of the sea.
He had the same longing and felt together it might be possible.
Alone, neither of us would have had the courage but without a choice the fears could be bypassed.
He only pushed her to enable her to finally have her chance.
This way both of them would have an opportunity of a lifetime.
Sleekly, they cut through the water so blue.
Playing an endless game of water tag.
The school of dolphins swims so gracefully.
I just want to dive in to join the game.
Next thing I realise, I was in the water.
I had been pushed.
The dolphins swam over to ensure my safety.
Moments later someone else jumped into the water beside me.
Now there was a sleek man swimming with the dolphins.
Together we play tag for what seems like hours.
As acrobats of the sea, these dolphins were so graceful.
Never have I felt so at peace.
Playing and swimming with these playful creatures.
As the hours pass, I move to shallow water to rest.
Once I caught my breath, I rejoin the party.
Soon it’s time to call it a day.
I need nourishment and sleep.
Only I don’t dine alone.
My dinner date was the mysterious man, who I think pushed me off the pier.
Now maybe I can find out why?
He informs me that he saw me longing to join in the water party.
To be free and swim just like those sleek creatures of the sea.
He had the same longing and felt together it might be possible.
Alone, neither of us would have had the courage but without a choice the fears could be bypassed.
He only pushed her to enable her to finally have her chance.
This way both of them would have an opportunity of a lifetime.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Connected Souls
Lucas arrives early for his business flight. After getting a coffee, he heads to the common seating area for those waiting to leave or collect passengers. He is sitting patiently sipping his coffee with his legs spread out in front. He is watching people wondering who is going where this time.
In walks this lovely lady dressed in silver and black. Catherine arrives early to meet her Aunt’s plane. Her eyes are scanning the crowd for a vacant seat when their eyes connect. Her smile reaches his heart.
Luc smiles sweetly at this breath taking wonder. In the central commons, his eyes reach across the distance hoping to hold her in that moment to ensnare her heart as he holds her eyes.
She smiles at this stranger but out of the corner of her eyes she catches a flash of movement. Her face shifts focus and her expression changes drastically as she watches a young mother with a toddler. The little one is scrambling to explore while mom is trying to keep her safe and out of trouble. Cat trembles as she is caught. The flashback of memories hit like a tidal wave. Control is utterly lost.
Lucas scrambles to reach this lady. He is watching her body shake. He senses her emotions. He will not to let her fall apart all alone. He rushes over luggage and sprawling feet to reach this lady’s side.
Cat is swaying and about to crumble as she barely has control of how she feels. Lucas just barely reaches Cat and tries to steady her. Lucas gently holds her arms.
“Hi, are you okay?”
Catherine looks up at Luc to reply but then the waterworks start. She is reeling in flashbacks. The world disappears as her daughter’s life flashes before her.
Luc unable to stop takes Cat into his arms as she shudders in tears.
Cat collapses into his embrace.
Luc teeters trying to hold them both upright but that is not possible. Luc sits on the nearest chair rather then fall pulling Cat into his lap. Luc just holds her as she cries trying to console her, the best he can without words.
Poor Cat is so oblivious to everything – lost in her emotions. When the flashbacks finally stop, Catherine then realises that she is being held while she was crying. Catherine barely remembered seeing the young man who held her eyes captive. He was walking toward her when she noticed the toddler. Then she was hit by the emotions and somehow she ends up in his lap. She tries to move.
Lucas starts the conversation.
“Don’t move. I am not going to let you go till you are calmer or at least somewhat under control.”
“But I don’t even know your name.” Cat is somewhat baffled by this stranger. She is still fighting through the tears.
“I’m Lucas and you are?” Lucas wipes her face drying the tears on her cheeks.
“I’m Catherine. I am here to meet my aunt. She is arriving from France but I always get lost in this place.”
“Will you be all right for a moment? I need to make a call. Then I need to rebook my flight.”
“But… but” Catherine stutters. “You don’t even know me!”
“It is fine and I would never leave such a lovely lady alone in a time of need. Stay here and I will be right back.” Luc slides her to the next chair then he heads to the phones to make a call. The next stop is the ticket counter and he rebooks his ticket. Once everything is taken care of he returns to Cat’s side.
Catherine barely regains her composure when Lucas is suddenly standing back in front of her. She looks up and he smiles so warmly. His smile warms her very soul.
Luc seems to get a sense of things will be okay within Cat.
“My business partner will be taking the trip on a later flight. The meeting isn’t until nine in the morning tomorrow any ways. Now, how are you and what happened to cause those tears?”
“I’m okay I guess. But why are you reaching out to me? I’m a total stranger! Are you sure you want to know what is wrong?” Catherine watched Lucas. She was looking into his eyes, pools of mystery. The man has her completely puzzled.
Luc studies Cat. Looking deep into her eyes, he can see her very soul and smiles. Luc takes Catherine’s hand and pulls her up into his arms. They melt as physical connection is made. It is a perfect fit.
Luc whispers, “Because when I connected with your eyes I become lost. I found someone of who intrigues me. I’ve a feeling that I know you some how in some other lifetime perhaps? So sit and tell me the story please,” he implores. He takes a seat beside Cat who is on the verge of collapsing again.
“All right bear with me.” Cat tries to formulate the story. Her tears are still threatening to start again.
“I am not sure how well I can tell this story! About two years ago I was blessed with a daughter but there were issues at birth. Maxi needed major surgery to correct a defect and she died after surgery because of complications. She died only about six months ago! That toddler would have been her age roughly.” Cat speaks fighting to maintain an even voice without cracking.
Luc reaches out to hug Catherine again. Lucas ponders about what he just heard for a moment as he holds her.
“Poor Catherine. She is such a lovely lady who doesn’t deserve hurting. What, did I see another smile sneak out? Hmm what a smile! What a pleasure to see it as well.” Luc is intrigued by the lady and can’t help teasing. He wants to lighten her spirit in attempt to hold the emotions at bay.
Catherine can’t help but feel like a schoolgirl again for a moment. A lady not just a grieving mom! How long has it been since anyone, including herself saw the woman? An hour has past with a gentleman who listened to every word and wiped away all the tears.
“Oh no” Suddenly Catherine remembers why she was at the airport. She gets up and apologises to Lucas.
In walks this lovely lady dressed in silver and black. Catherine arrives early to meet her Aunt’s plane. Her eyes are scanning the crowd for a vacant seat when their eyes connect. Her smile reaches his heart.
Luc smiles sweetly at this breath taking wonder. In the central commons, his eyes reach across the distance hoping to hold her in that moment to ensnare her heart as he holds her eyes.
She smiles at this stranger but out of the corner of her eyes she catches a flash of movement. Her face shifts focus and her expression changes drastically as she watches a young mother with a toddler. The little one is scrambling to explore while mom is trying to keep her safe and out of trouble. Cat trembles as she is caught. The flashback of memories hit like a tidal wave. Control is utterly lost.
Lucas scrambles to reach this lady. He is watching her body shake. He senses her emotions. He will not to let her fall apart all alone. He rushes over luggage and sprawling feet to reach this lady’s side.
Cat is swaying and about to crumble as she barely has control of how she feels. Lucas just barely reaches Cat and tries to steady her. Lucas gently holds her arms.
“Hi, are you okay?”
Catherine looks up at Luc to reply but then the waterworks start. She is reeling in flashbacks. The world disappears as her daughter’s life flashes before her.
Luc unable to stop takes Cat into his arms as she shudders in tears.
Cat collapses into his embrace.
Luc teeters trying to hold them both upright but that is not possible. Luc sits on the nearest chair rather then fall pulling Cat into his lap. Luc just holds her as she cries trying to console her, the best he can without words.
Poor Cat is so oblivious to everything – lost in her emotions. When the flashbacks finally stop, Catherine then realises that she is being held while she was crying. Catherine barely remembered seeing the young man who held her eyes captive. He was walking toward her when she noticed the toddler. Then she was hit by the emotions and somehow she ends up in his lap. She tries to move.
Lucas starts the conversation.
“Don’t move. I am not going to let you go till you are calmer or at least somewhat under control.”
“But I don’t even know your name.” Cat is somewhat baffled by this stranger. She is still fighting through the tears.
“I’m Lucas and you are?” Lucas wipes her face drying the tears on her cheeks.
“I’m Catherine. I am here to meet my aunt. She is arriving from France but I always get lost in this place.”
“Will you be all right for a moment? I need to make a call. Then I need to rebook my flight.”
“But… but” Catherine stutters. “You don’t even know me!”
“It is fine and I would never leave such a lovely lady alone in a time of need. Stay here and I will be right back.” Luc slides her to the next chair then he heads to the phones to make a call. The next stop is the ticket counter and he rebooks his ticket. Once everything is taken care of he returns to Cat’s side.
Catherine barely regains her composure when Lucas is suddenly standing back in front of her. She looks up and he smiles so warmly. His smile warms her very soul.
Luc seems to get a sense of things will be okay within Cat.
“My business partner will be taking the trip on a later flight. The meeting isn’t until nine in the morning tomorrow any ways. Now, how are you and what happened to cause those tears?”
“I’m okay I guess. But why are you reaching out to me? I’m a total stranger! Are you sure you want to know what is wrong?” Catherine watched Lucas. She was looking into his eyes, pools of mystery. The man has her completely puzzled.
Luc studies Cat. Looking deep into her eyes, he can see her very soul and smiles. Luc takes Catherine’s hand and pulls her up into his arms. They melt as physical connection is made. It is a perfect fit.
Luc whispers, “Because when I connected with your eyes I become lost. I found someone of who intrigues me. I’ve a feeling that I know you some how in some other lifetime perhaps? So sit and tell me the story please,” he implores. He takes a seat beside Cat who is on the verge of collapsing again.
“All right bear with me.” Cat tries to formulate the story. Her tears are still threatening to start again.
“I am not sure how well I can tell this story! About two years ago I was blessed with a daughter but there were issues at birth. Maxi needed major surgery to correct a defect and she died after surgery because of complications. She died only about six months ago! That toddler would have been her age roughly.” Cat speaks fighting to maintain an even voice without cracking.
Luc reaches out to hug Catherine again. Lucas ponders about what he just heard for a moment as he holds her.
“Poor Catherine. She is such a lovely lady who doesn’t deserve hurting. What, did I see another smile sneak out? Hmm what a smile! What a pleasure to see it as well.” Luc is intrigued by the lady and can’t help teasing. He wants to lighten her spirit in attempt to hold the emotions at bay.
Catherine can’t help but feel like a schoolgirl again for a moment. A lady not just a grieving mom! How long has it been since anyone, including herself saw the woman? An hour has past with a gentleman who listened to every word and wiped away all the tears.
“Oh no” Suddenly Catherine remembers why she was at the airport. She gets up and apologises to Lucas.
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