Sisters by Choice

You ever wonder why
for your special day, your 45 birthday
I gave to you the words of someone else
it just seemed so right
words from the heart
words said so well
they were bold and so define

but Lora, you are the sister my very own could never be
the Lord saw that I had a need and he saw fit
to bring us together.

we have been so much to each other
we have cried, laugh til we cried and shared our lives
with each other
even in saddness we were there for each other

you truely are the sister by choice to me
Lora you are my sister by choice.
these words I give from my heart
to honor the friendship that is greater than us.

Nancy

You’ve been on my mind with so many thoughts
Surrounding me over and over again
Thinking of you late in the night time hours
Of conversations past held in the early hours of early dawn
Of all the things we talked about I miss the faith connection
I miss your calm appeal that always left me feeling so good
Now I find myself searching for that calm
That would impound me in it’s realm
Conversations shared, with blessed reasoning
You made me think and rediscover my religion
Often time sitting on a back burner
And you always lived your faith
Not caring who knew or what others thought of you
It was just so much a part of the person you are
A child of the Lord
I miss the feeling of peace you always brought with you
Surrounding me in your healing warmth.

Our Song

I was feeling kinda of weird – without thoughts
Just passing along with what’s left of time
When the song playing caught my attention
Taking me back to too many years
I was so young – you were even younger
As memories came rushing over me
So heavy – it made me ache
To a time when what we felt was so wrong
At least for me – but God it never stopped me
From feeling I was out of control and
You were trouble with a capital “T”

This was our song – our only song
Yours to me so many different times
Now words sung bath me in memories
Of yesterdays love – making me remember the secrets
God we had so much fun – almost too much fun
So many years have passed and this song heard
Can still wash over me and make me smile
Of moments shared so long ago with love.

Just Words

The words that come from my soul,
The ones that inhabit my minds,
The ones that invade my being.
Those words that fight for they're right
to be put to paper so quickly I can hardly
keep up.

Happy ones, the words of joy & rememberance,
Sad ones, that sometimes make me cry,
Angry ones, that make my fist clinch tightly
and annoying one that I have no answers for.

All the little words of one or more syllables
that emerge from my pen as it touches the
paper before me.

Sometimes, they overwhelm my presence so
incredibly much that they astound me
to the deepness of myself.

Knowing that...
The words that come to play today will be
the very words that I'll leave for tomorrow.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca (Mickey) Leal

My Dad

I talked with you the other day and it made
me kind of sad, a final realization
that my time with you was running short.
I never thought of you as getting older.
You were just my Dad!

Time was never meant to catch up to you.
You'd been ill, and had missed my birthday
something you've never done before.
So when I called I was already worried.

You alarmed me with your talk of the past,
your my only Father and
I feared the great impact your leaving
would have on my life.

Remembering, that in a childs mind
your Dad would never leave and
time is never meant to catch up to our Dads.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca (Mickey) Leal

The Image

I was caught unaware today of an image
I saw in a mirror I was passing
So I stopped to look . . .
She was in her early forties with long strands
of silky silver feathered throughout her black curls
There were laugh lines that were sprinkled
on her womanly face
you could see them at her eyes and
the corners of her mouth
There was a earthiness about her,
she'd lost her girlishness year ago
with the family she called her own
I'd never say she was a beauty,
but she wasn't homely either
So it comes as a pleasant surprise
that this image of mine wasn't bad
So I took another peek,
thinking . . .
yeah that's her.

and then I saw the smile . . .

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca Mickey Leal

The Holes Inside Me

I looked around and saw nothing;
Thinking that all too often that was what I saw,
Finding that the emptiness had totally surrounded me

Without relief--without remorse.
Wondering why I had survived this many years without
Something to fill my life, and
make it whole instead of All these gaps.

Looking around to all too many holes of nothing,
Wondering what it would take to fill the holes.
Would it even be worth the effort it would take
To accomplish such a determining emptiness?

Thinking with my last thought why bother, as I
Continue to see nothing just before I venture into sleep . . .

And as my eyes close,
I think tomorrow will be the same.

Copyright ©2008 Rebecca Leal

Just starting.

I have always wanted to do this, but wasn't sure I could. So this might take me awhile to get the hang of it and all. I would like to post my poetry here.

Aug 29, 2010 - tomorrow is my daughter Angie's birthday, and for some reason tonight I can't sleep, so I decided I would think about how special my Angie is and do a few update to my site here. there are so many poems that I have written, and I may never find everything I would like to post here. But I'm going to give it a shot...