The Beacon

The Beacon

She is the beacon
guiding in the storms of life
unwavering light.

She raised her children
with unconditional love
always supportive.

She nursed all our ills
cold ginger ale and crackers
loving caregiver.

She exudes wisdom
always speaking her true mind
shining her bright light.

She radiates strength
my divine inspiration
my kind role model.

She is my mother
her home is also my home
and I’ll be right here.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2023
May 20, 2023

Happy Saturday! This week’s poem is obviously dedicated to my mom Gloria, who has indeed been the beacon in my (and all my siblings’) lives. She has given her blood, sweat and tears to her five children. She inspired me to always do better, to be kind, to work hard and to love unconditionally. She definitely set a fine example of what motherhood is all about, making sacrifices for her kids, taking good care of us, always there when we needed her the most.

Life could not have been easy for her, meeting the emotional and financial demands of raising five very high energy children. I know that when I was growing up, there were times where things were difficult financially, but we never really knew it. We never lacked food, shelter, clothing, support or love. Mom worked hard, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of all of us. She was and still is always there for us, and I am deeply indebted to her for this. She is our proverbial lighthouse in the storm of life.

So…. thank you, Mom! I love you with all my heart, and I am ever grateful for your presence in my life. If you are lucky enough like me to still have your Mom on this planet, please tell her your love her and appreciate everything she has done for you. If you have lost your Mom, my heart aches for you, as it must be a most devastating thing to go through. Sending out good thoughts and love to all moms, my family and friends.  Have a wonderful weekend, all!!!

Xoxo Colleen

Mood: Grateful
Inspiration: My Mom Gloria! ❤

Ecrits Blogophilia Week 46.14 Topic: An Inspiring Person
Hard Bonus: Incorporate a haiku 
Easy Bonus: Use a line from the movie “ET” ( “I’ll be right here.”)

Cloudburst

Cloudburst

There’s a low hanging kind of gloom
stretching across the twilight sky
like nefarious, ugly castaways  
pregnant with foul regrets
truth tinged with suspicious lies.

A cold western wind rises up
and the clouds burst wide open
torrents of raindrops tilt sideways
a raging river in the asphalt
foils my ill-timed escape.

And I am running for my life
cries and curses drowned out
in deafening crashes of thunder
as lightning flashes around me
my heart pounding in my ears.

Suppressed anger pours out
secrets spilling to the soggy ground
tears dissolve in the sacred rain
my salt and bones buried deep below
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The trees sigh in collective exhalation
as my heart bleeds in rainbow hues
forbidden thoughts of malevolence
wiped clean from my furrowed brow
and the distant stars fade from view.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2021
August 20, 2021

Mood: Stormy
Musical Inspiration: The Son of Flynn – Daft Punk/Moby Remix