The Power of Woman

The Power of Woman

From out of her mother’s womb

This sweet little girl does come

To capture the hearts of many

 

Exploring with her feet

She kicks wildly at her crib

And feels the bed shake

 

Hanging on mommy and daddy

Not just anyone will she go to

Just try and she will cry

 

Teddy bear so cuddly; a welcome night friend

Tea sets filled with rock to serve her imaginary friends

Big girl preschool, lots of playing while learning too

 

Shopping for sleeping bags and cool jammies

Sleepover’s we’ll plan with the greatest of ease

But come nightfall, she’ll want to go home, please

 

Little white tights, Mary Jane leather shoes,

Hair neatly braided, lunch safely tucked

In a carefully chosen backpack

 

On the first day of Kindergarten, she’ll say

“Please Mommy, let Daddy take me.”

A single tear rolls down my cheek after she leaves

 

The years speed by too quickly

Many third-grade romances

And broken hearts in Jr. High

 

Dad, I found the perfect Mustang

It needs a little work, but its so-oo cool!

Mom will you teach me how to drive

 

Graduation robed, and motors tossed in the air

The future is full of promises and dreams

A white flowing dress and love in her eyes

She says’ forever, “I do!”

 

From out of her mother’s womb

This sweet little girl does come

To capture the hearts of many

 

Kat Challis ©2010 The Dreamer’s Soul – Circle of Love

 

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I, Canvas

Canvas relaxed on easel awaiting the energy of creating
          Six colors chosen, splash on-site
       Shapes emerging, blending, some stands out

Canvas heated poised on easel welcomes the cool touch of paint
 Purple to yellow, Blue to Orange, White to Black all compliment
      Darkness creep upon the night to swirl its edges

Canvas exhausted cools on easel through the night
 Brushes are washed of color, swirled and straightened
              A work of art has emerged

             Canvas is framed and placed for show
         Proudly being the new center of attention
         The artist agonizes: is this my very best?

KAT CHALLIS
Sept. 05, 2005

 

Transformation

When I get on the lawn tractor

I am transformed into the

amusement parks Tilt-A-Whirl;

moving in light circular curves,

turning and turning, my body isI

slammed inwards as I fight the

forces all around me.

 

When I get on the lawn tractor,

I am transformed to the Indy 500

It’s just a 5.000′ straight track and me;

clutch in, fifth gear, and I’m off!

Going into a tight curve, let her out three

grassier turns later for one more lap.

 

When I get on the lawn tractor I am

transformed into the Ultimate Mowing Machine

Precision timing, neat straight away, deftly

formed corners, grass churned beneath

my powerful blades

fall into the trailer behind.

Boy! I love this chore.

The Dreamer’s Soul, Vol 1. pg 21, 2003

Kathryn Aubrey, ISBN#0-9747822-0-3

 

 

 

 

The Squirrel Watcher

It has beautiful auburn hair and big almond

shaped black eyes and whiskered cheeks.

he curls of its tail as long as its body is tall

brings a swirl of happiness to my mother;

the squirrel watcher.

Mom lines a dozen pecans onto a bark formed shelf

and to her delight watches

as the male squirrel hands-off the nuts to his mate

one cheek and paws full at a time.

For hours they will play, racing to and fro

among the trees, leaping across gulfs to the

next tree limb or for more antics crossing

the fence and climbing the roof.

They climb the greased pole to rob the bird feeder

of its sunflower seed and take a sip from the birds’ bath.

And every once in awhile they stopped and gaze

at the wonderful woman watching over them.

The Dreamer’s Soul Vol. One, p14. 2003 by Kathryn Aubrey

ISBN#09-09747822-0-3

Dedicated to my mother Mrs. Patrician Anne Boggs

 

 

Destined to Be

He stood on all fours, two feet from the ground.

He had beautiful down of rich cream

with apricot sprinkles from nose to tail.

Twin eyes of liquid hershey Kisses

He cautiously eyed me, then approached,

as I crouched down to meet him.

His vacuum nose sniffed scents from all of me.

He slowly began this rocking prance

from side to side, inviting me to touch him.

He was a gigantic dog. His barrel chest was 18″ wide,

strong in muscles. His face was

handsome and evenly set, his soft tongue

thanking me for scratching his ears.

Around his body, my  hands caressed,

taking in the bulk that made up this mammoth

dog Ralph. Ralph and I knew that we were

destined to be companions and friends for

each other’s life, as he came to share my family with me.

The Dreamer’s Soul, Kathryn Aubrey, p12, 2003

ISBN#0-9747822-0-9

#dog #relationships

 

The Eclectic Seamstress

She was eccentric and nostalgic

using brown shipping paper to capture;

tape, pin, snip, her hands fled deftly

Her mind clicked for an imaginative purpose;

is it a sailboat? is it a pair of sails?

The sewing needles ran

at the speed of thought. Straight lines,

folded edges, crisp corners

Pressed and smoothed an image began

to stand out from among the rest,

is it a setting sun or rising moon?

The triangles filled with thought

and the spinnaker sails arose into

curtained cloths.

 

Page 6, The Dreamer’s Soul, by Kathryn Aubrey

ISBN: 0-9747822-0-3, 2003

#sew #seamstress #poetry #Kathy Challis

 

My Friend

My dear and faithful friend I have been waiting for you to come along…

I have loved and been loved before, but he love was not strong to weather the storms. I have trusted and been disappointed. Because loyalty was to high a price to command.

I have cried the doubts and worries away. Hoping for the magical moment that would rekindle the flame of love that once was so bright, it filled my very essence.

I lived, I loved, and I died a little each time my love was abandoned, and I was left alone, adrift in this world once again.

Then you came along…

You had lived, loved, and died a little each time your love was abandoned. Set adrift you grew cautious and wary of loves cruel grip.

Then I came along…

When people cruelly say our love won’t last. I can look into their eyes and know in my heart that they are wrong.

I have been waiting for you all my life. It just took awhile for me to get ready, to recognize that you and I are meant to be. We are each other’s soul mate, best friend, lover, and companion for the rest of our lives together. Our love is the true love that we had been waiting all our life to come along.

Kat Challis, 25 April 2002

 

Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love, loves without merit,

trusts without reason,

shares itself wholly.

Unconditional Love, asks for nothing in return

but, is rewarded with another’s love.

Unconditional Love,  tells you that you are unique,

special and loveable.

Unconditional Love,  goes the extra mile to believe,

building one up, instead of

tearing one down.

Unconditional Love, is without worldly rhyme and reason…

it is Unconditional!

cc 10/11/1990 Kathy Challis

#unconditional #love #poetry

 

My LORD

My LORD os a special spirit,

that settles upon me like a dove;

so soft and gentle does he comfort me

in all of my tragedies.

He tells me of all the wonders

he has in store for me to behold.

He tells me of the galaxies the pilgrims

have called their home.

He shows me all his creations,

my eyes light up in wonder and awe.

Now, I look all about me and see with

truth revealing, that man is just a special

part of this place I call home.

And now, I look forwards to my special spirit to guide me in the ways

of righteousness and help steer me from wrong,

So, if you’re ever in need my friend and

you don’t know where you belong…

you can just borrow my special friend, the Spirit

that’s  everlasting; the Lord God almighty

and take him on home.

cc December 15, 1990 Kathy Challis orgional titled, “My Lord” & “Take him on home”

 

Meadow Lark

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

I hear the call of a meadow lark

on the balmy September air.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

I bent my ear, intently listening

to its trilling tale.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

And lo to behold,

as the moon glimmered

beyond the trees and the

last rays of light

kissed the sky a solemne

good-night,

The crickets chimed in,

the barn owl screeched

of its wise ole’self, while

the field mice scurried along.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

And the meadow lark keeps

it’s vigil ’till the light of dawn.

Trill-et …. Trill-et!

cc 1990 Kathy Challis

#poetry #meadowlark #lark #bird

 

 

Happy Jack

Eyes crinkled by laughter;

mouth spreading in a toothless grin;

rounded belly shaking with mirth;

there’s no one quite like Happy Jack!

Humor racing through his imaginative brain;

compassion lacing his words of endearment.

Happy Jack, a face of love

and a heart full of laughter that’s my….

Happy Jack!

Truth, honesty, integrity, a man of honor,

caring, giving, and sincerity.

Husband, dad, friend and many other roles

is my Happy Jack!

cc 04/22/1990 Kathy Challis

Author’s note: This was a birthday gift to honor my dad, although his title was step-dad

he never allowed the step get in the way of loving me.

 

 

Quiet moments

I gaze upon the snow-covered landscape.

Glistening in silvery white in the moon’s waxing glow.

Stillness abounds as I peer through the window.

My warm breath lingers on the panes.

A nighthawk squawks; in the distance a dogs

bark pierces the night resound “gruff!” “gruff!”

the headlights from a passing motorist break the spell.

The gazing has stopped.

cc 12/30/90 Kathy Challis original title, “Feelings”

 

Band of Gold

I hear the sounds of Indian Songs from long ago…

Of tales so real and pain so sweet wrapped tightly in a band of gold.

I remember the days gone past…

Cherished dreams and wonderous hopes wrapped tightly in a band of gold.

And though my dreams shall fade and my hopes be long forgotten. I will always

be reminded of life so painful and love so real wrapped tightly in a band of gold

cc April 10, 1991, by Kathy Challis