Archive for June, 2010

Upon the footpath of life

deep in the forest

all alone

My Lord appeared and

walked along with me

my heart was filled

with gratitude

I took Him by the hand

He looked into my eyes

I need not say a word

He placed His hands

over my heart and

blessed me with


Kimberley Formosa © 2010


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Leather binds me

as though

I am trapped

as though

I may not go

Yet the ties




moral imperative




have all been

loosely bound

as though

I can be free

as though

I may go

Without disturbing you

Silently escaping

To discover

A treasure of Love.

Kimberley Parfitt © 2010

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I was hoping

to have told you


when I last saw you.

But, I faltered

in my hearts’ desire.

I don’t know why.

I have a dozen reasons.

No, no, no.

I have a dozen excuses.

The honest to goodness

truth of the matter is

I made my tongue go lame.

My lips tightly pursed.

Tears flowed from within.

I turned and walked away.

Feeling flushed.

My palms were wet with sweat.

I haven’t seen you again.

It has been years.

Here I am



that my hope

wasn’t strong enough

to rule over

my mute mouth.

With remorse

that never ceases to

supplicate my memory

of that very moment.

With hope

that these words

will find lasting residence

within the confines

of your heart.

Please know

how very much

I love you.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Dedicated to Ronald John Formosa, Sr.

I loved sitting in your lap

when I was a

little girl.

You freed me

from the jaws

of an angry


You stopped my bike,

which had lost its’ brakes,

with your

bare hands.

Without a doubt,

when I was sick

you would check on me

early in the morning.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

You would return

with a nice cold glass of

apricot nectar.

We had our ups and downs.

No one is perfect.

I know you always tried your best.

I love you.

I love your heart.

I love the man who

you are.

There are days

I wish

I could still be in

your lap.

During my most dreadful moments

My loneliest times

I know you are there

You always have my back

You stand at my side

And if need be

You have stood in front of me

just as a father would,

to protect.

Thank you, Dad, for being

my hero.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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A Point in Time


as I stood at the kitchen sink

washing a few things

standing there

I watched a neighborly man

an elderly man

a gentle man

I watched him take a moment.

He paused to smell a rose.

He took that second, or two,

and chose to inhale

the delicious


consuming and

inviting fragrance.

That sweet and

undeniable perfume,

of which,

after it has succeeded

in drawing you closer,

tempts you to

stay and linger.

To linger as long as you desire.

The rose is not going anywhere

unless it goes with you.

The gentle man does not often stop

to become intoxicated from a bouquet.

But today he did.

And so this memory

will waft through

his dreams tonight

and then carry him into tomorrow.

Which point in time today begged you to come closer? Which moment beckoned you to capture it and longed for you to keep it in your heart? Which memory will become one of your dreams? Which second, or two, will you take into tomorrow?

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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The truth is true


believed or not.

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Beginning in the dark

With only a clue to guide

One piece at a time

One letter at a time

As in jigsaw

Or crossword

Or word search

Or sudoku

Or life


What happens if

You don’t have a


to look at?

You don’t have a


to search with?

You don’t have a

word bank

to choose from?

You can’t add?

What happens if

the last piece of

your puzzle

is                                  lost?

Got eaten by the


Or the


Or found its’ way to the

seamless depths

of the couch?

Your pencil broke?

What happens then?

Are you lost?

Do you quit?

Do you throw everything on the                     floor?

Do you get angry?

Or cry?

Or laugh?

Call your best friend?

Eat chocolate?

Or ice cream?

Do you


someone else?

Or take the

heat yourself?

Does a part of you die?

Like salt on a slug.

Vinegar is not an alkali.

I don’t quit.

I won’t quit.

I can’t quit.


myself, and I,

We three will always try…

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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