Ladyjewels

Tag: Love

  • The Deer.


    Author: ladyjewel


    Grazing on lush green leaves, the carm of the trees,
    The soft whistle of the wind, no hint of danger, the sun warm on his back, his tail flicking the stray fly.

    The wind changed slightly and the warm earthy smell of
    Something unknown hits his nose, he stops and his senses
    Come alive, he turns his head in the direction of the smell.

    As his eyes notice the Man standing with a coat on and a gun
    Pointed right at the deers heart, the world seems to stop,
    The bullet is like a white hot arrow singing as it comes
    It rips into his side and the force makes the deer stumble.

    As he sinks to the ground his breathing slowing down, his heartbeats slowly stopping, he watches the Man walk over to him and kneel down, he feels the warm strong hand gently stoke his neck and a strange carm comes over him, his eyes close and his soul lifts up and drifts into a place of peace, his body is lifted and carried over broard shoulders, respected by the Man who send his soul to heaven.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: Jun 2013
    About this poem:
    My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law.
    I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love.
    I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-)
    A mother sees below what others see.
    I like to think the deer felt like this?

  • Perfect person


    Author: ladyjewel


    Body in the grip of tearing pain,
    Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

    Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

    You slide out and the pain is gone,
    A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
    I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
    A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
    You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

    You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
    Inside me.

    You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
    My gift.
    ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
    Posted: May 2013
    About this poem:
    My children are all my perfect people.

  • The Swan, a love story


    Author: ladyjewel


    The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.

    She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.

    All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.

    She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.

    Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.

    The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.