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  The grassy bed up on the hill. Was a place to escape For my daily thrill. To go outside away from it all Was my secret place With everyone around. The space alone was under a tree, With only the lizards to bother me. You can see the grotto, Where the priests would pray. It was a sanctuary, A place I wanted to stay. You can call it a meadow, because of the ground It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found. Yet still if I consider My Scottish retreat many years ago, I walked through some meadows, And never wanted to go home. The air was very different, from my tropical breeze, The birds and the sky seemed to envelope me. Every moment I was able to run wild and free, Was a moment I rejoiced for the blessing from Thee. Blessed beyond measure, to discover another secret place, Made for me by Jesus,  a meadow of grace.   8/06/2021 Inspired by a prompt from Eugi’s Causerie . Thank you for stopping by. Please shar...

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Jiawei Qian   A Canopy of Faith Which I profess My life is a story Of the times, I’ve been blessed. A childhood of joy, mirrored with some pain and sadness But there is always my hope My life in this world.   There are very few times My faith has not been tested Indeed, but for my beloved Jesus My heart would not have rested. This canopy of hope has resulted from my faith The lessons from life Proved my God is great.   I’m covered by a canopy Which keeps me safe at night Giving me protection Cloaking with its light. As my destiny unfolds Let me share this with you Jesus Christ is a canopy; for me and for you. 02/04/2021 Thank you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a word or a few - emojis are easy when they're coming from you 😃 ...👍👎😊😐💓🙋😎🌺👊 Eugi's Causerie weekly prompt is inspiration for this poem. Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved. ...

Hello dear friend it's  Alice again With Saint  Bear at my side Tonight we must sleep, quietly keep After taking a ride My pillow, gives me thoughts to think About all I wish for us to see My tired eyes keep closing Finally it’s time for dreams Tonight my hope is to see the moon With Saint bear at my side The sort of dream that takes us far On a galactic ride Saint Bear refuses to sleep I think he is afraid It’s good I brought my headset for him He can use it until he’s brave Take us to  the  moon, and back Let me touch the stars just this once Who knows what mysteries lies ahead Its an adventure for me and Saint Bear I can see the heavens and the earth beneath Oops, there goes something else I know It’s the pretty flip flops my granny sent Finding its way back home How great it is these nights of dreams When all daylight has passed I wish for night to always be My present and forever last Maybe my da...

Everyone like to have fun, even children. Taking chances and pushing to the brink of whats allowed can be considered creative or rebellious. Through the eyes of a child a happy day can have consequences. Alice pushes the boundaries in this tale! Today I really did have fun But think my happiness will be undone As momma tucked me in she asked, “Alice how was your day when you went out to play?” I did try to tell the truth And hoped she would not find my loot As Princess Alice I walked the plank My ship it really sank The treasures still there on board Are possessions my momma had stored From my bedroom and the house I collected all I had If she only looked through the back window She would know that I was a wee bit bad! Saint Bear, O he did cringe, Sometimes he sure is Mr Grinch Willow sat on a stomp to see As I walked blind- folded on the tree, The one daddy painted just for me On my ship I placed my dress, the new one from mom...

These stories about Alice are tales through my inner childhood eyes. The illustrations by Lei Lei are the inspiration for Alice and her Stuffed Whale Micah, Willow her pet cat, and Saint Bear her teddy-bear friend. When we sleep our dreams are powerful, so to are those of our children. Sharing stories of friendship , love hope and adventure, can inspire great moments for any child. This is my third story of Alice Its night time now and time for sleep I can’t close my eyes, because they weep Today momma took me out with my Saint Bear Saint Bear and I went everywhere... Tonight momma opens the door and peeks inside Alice looks up through very wet eyes “Alice, please don’t cry daddy will find him soon” Alice responds, “Saint Bear was lost since noon” Momma comes in and holds Alice tight “Go to sleep my dear, he will be home by daylight”. She stays until Alice falls asleep Places Micah at her side, and Willow at her feet Away in her slumber Alice did dr...

Alice closed her eyes to wait for a dream If I can think hard, I can make it be As she drifts off her thoughts of summer are here Lots of pretty flowers growing everywhere She sees the red tulip, and it must be real Summer is here, no snow to be seen There is the table on the grass Two chairs chairs to be found Alice climbs the table, without making a sound There on top is momma's coffee mug With a red tulip inside Why bother to leave, no need to hide “Willow do come up” , she calls out to her cat But he is trying to get up, wondering if he’s too fat It won't hurt if I sit on the table To see this flower up close There will be no harm if it comes near to my nose. The tulip tilts over ...then she hears the bee within Won't be very happy if I end tonight with an angry bee sting Alice releases the tulip and she loses the dream She awakes to the morning Thinking, it seemed so real As she goes to her window Looking out on the...

Her name was Alice And she was eight Her room was her palace Her dreams different place Willow was her black cat A tabby of course Micah was her pet stuffed whale With him she was never lost  One night as she lay asleep A thunderstorm crept into her dreams She squeezed onto her stuffed Micah with willow at her heel The bed seemed filled with water The storm was raging fierce All she could see was the horizon As water covered her bed!  Micah sprung up to action He had to save his friend He understood the water And from where it all began T’was Alice eating ice cream She had hidden in her room Willow was happy sharing Even licking the spoon  He could hear her tummy roaring As he told her to hold on So he sped across the water With Willow holding on tightly - hoping not to drown As he got to their destination Alice awoke with a thud She gazed around at her room And wondered about the flood  Alice looked at Micah and Willow All three on ...

The Fairy-tale  "Once upon a time , far away across the Caribbean Seas in a tiny island, a family of four little girls played in the sun. They lived with their mother alone as their dad went away to seek his fortune, never to return. The girls were taught about the continents, geography, romantic dreams and of course, the reality of life..." This story could be the beginning of any one of the fairy-tales, or  Enid Blyton Stories, but it is real. Life for many children growing up when I was younger was a romantic dream of sorts on many days. We lived on stories of fairies because we were part of the Girl Guide movement, and storytelling was the way we learned about right and wrong, good and bad. There were also stories from local folklore which seemed to give credence to the existence of  a magical kingdom. Even attending bible study and Sunday Mass seemed  to be a part of the fantasy conspiracy we called reality. It was not until I turned ten or eleven yea...

It is Old Year's day . The day before the new year begins and back then there was the anticlimactic feeling, that tomorrow would bring a new day. For many years my dreams for the new year would be that my life would be different somehow. It seems that child I was - wanted and embraced change because of the unknown.. Old year's day had so much activity and waiting. I looked forward to hearing the fireworks, screams of "Happy New Year" and sometimes watched the television with my eldest sister - waiting on midnight. At the stroke of midnight we would hug and share greeting with anyone who was awake. Then the New Year began with a sweet sleep! It was the 'bussing (bursting) of bamboo' which brought the new year in for a long time - it was and still is a 'Trini thing'! When I was fully aware of fireworks and their colors we would look out of our window, my sisters and I and make wishes on the lights as they streamed into the sky's oblivion...

After Boxing Day things did not slow down. There was always a lot of discussions about what the adults would wear on Old Year's night to church or a party. While we were never directly a part of the Old Year's night / New Year's day gala, it was a time us kids were happy with the excitement and frenzy of shopping and getting ready! I loved the times my mom spent shopping for the right dress or fabric to make something beautiful for that one night. Mom loved Elizabeth Taylor and GiGi ( Zsa Zsa ) Gabor two very stylish actresses and her style was from their template! The parties to celebrate the end of the old year were glitzy and shiny, and she seemed to look forward to the event in anticipation annually. Maybe she was hoping Santa would send her a real prince to replace the last one ( resisting the urge to call him a toad)! My mother could sew like a fashion designer, and maybe part of my creative nature comes from seeing her make her 'Cinderella' dresses to...

My mother did not believe in hording. Throughout the year she would sew and make most of our new clothes on weekends - the others were from the 'jumble sales'(previously used clothes) she visited. Christmas though was a time to clear out the closets and the 'hand-me-down' saga began! As the second child new was a novelty experienced mainly during the Christmas season. we were encouraged help fold and pack the clothes after washing to take to the nearest orphanage.When my mom was sick we were sent there for a few months, which included a Christmas.I must have been around six at the time. I can remember all the little beds in the dormitory for girls separated by a mini cabinet.I thought it was fun to stay there with the nuns while my mom recovered from her illness. She was a teacher at a Catholic School and they took care of their own!We lived with rules, shared clothes and sometimes sadness. That Christmas my dad came from wherever he was and visited. To my little...

I remember the music, just like I remember my grandfather- my mom's dad, shaking his 'Chac Chac'(Maracas) and Quatro (guitar). We knew Christmas would be soon when he started singing. My grandfather was Cito Moreno, and he had a way he would shake the Chac Chac and it would sound like a melody of  dried peas in a pod. Initially I thought he was doing some kind of ancient war dance, which he alone knew. He would try to get us to shake them and we thought it was quite funny! The ones he had were made from a dried coconut shell and they were carefully secured after the Christmas season. Just like the Chac Chac, he would bring out the Quatro and start singing parang.."Rio Manzanares, dejame pasar, qui mi madre enferma, me mando llamar...." He loved the music and would speak in an amerindian patois he learned growing up. I remember him for his love of music, hunting and coffee! He also loved politics and Dr Eric Williams our first prime-minister was his hero. ...

The entire Christmas season as I remember it from childhood was filled with noise. There were squeals of laughter, and lots of shouting and some tears.Overall, the house -my home was warm with love and cheer. Even in times when there was little money for much, my mom somehow made the home warm especially at Christmas. She was and is an amazing woman - my mom - Maricita Moreno Eversley. "It is what is in the heart and not the material things which bring joy" , this is what I remember from her. It is what I practice today. It is the tradition of sharing and enjoying what you have, and not thinking about what you don't have. It is living with the warmth within you and not seeking what others may have on the outside. On Christmas day I felt that warmth in my home. The fires keep burning, as the laughter of my children (grown -up), friends and 'borrowed' grand-kids  fill the air! How wonderful this season of love! Happy Christmas Season! Dwordslayer!

Christmas day was always a time of peace and rest. Well, for children the day began with opening presents and having a ham sandwich with chow chow ( a mustard sauce) and a hot cup of cocoa  - this is how I remember it from years ago. The day was made fantastic by the 'Christmas snacks' cookies, chocolates, pastries, cakes and sweets which were not eaten regularly through the year. It was a special time and 'special celebration'. We would have the biggest lunch around 3 pm and then it was back to playing. I loved playing on Christmas day. We would each show off our presents, whatever they were, and everyone would proclaim in wonder - "that's a great gift". Christmas afternoon was a time when we would have a long shower and dress up in 'new clothes' or clothes 'new to us', and looking 'spanking new' we went outside to chat and talk with friends and neighbors. Night came to soon, as we gazed at the gaily colored lights hung...