Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Thursday, May 26, 2011


I was only six years old and you were twenty-nine.
We sailed along a happy sea, with waves that marked our time.
You became my godmother and I was thrilled to be
A part of life that gave you joy; the same you gave to me.

Now off you go to higher plane, while I remain on ground.
When morning birds begin their day I'll listen to their sound.
Your voice will call reminding me of our endearing love,
Or was that just the lowing coo of beauty's morning dove ~

I love you ~ rest now.


  1. That was beautiful Dixie and heartfelt. I hope to see more poetry from you. It seems to be your thing. Good on you. I look forward to many more. Blessings!

  2. Hi Dixie ~
    So sorry for the passing on of your dear Godmother. She truly did pass on to that 'higher plane' ~ so perfectly and beautifully connected to Our Creator ~
    What a lovely poem you wrote in memory of her.
    I hope you are doing well, Dixie * wishing you a calm and gentle weekend.

  3. Once again, you've enveloped my heart with emotion through your poetry, Dixie. Your expressive writing encapsulates the tragedy of loss, allowing us to envision a precious loved one who has gone to a 'higher plane', allowing each of us to experience the moment. A poignant poem - beautiful, yet sad, in essence.

    Hope you're doing well,

  4. Thank you, Heather. It humbles me that this blesses you.

    In peace,

  5. Thank you, Maria. Soon we'll spread her ashes over the ocean and toss pink roses into the water. Strangely I'm looking forward to that.

    In peace,

  6. Thank you, M. She's a remarkable soul, was perfect for my life, reminding me of things that mattered. I will miss our prayer luncheons.

    In peace


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