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“I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense..” Beatrix Potter’s Journal, 17 November 1896 National Trust collection

If I were supping

at a small oak table

set before a blazing fire

with hot soup steaming

before my face

and warm crusty bread

with sweet butter

melting there on

and Earl Grey

keeping my hands warm

If at this table

by my side

engaging in the most

delightful conversation

were Beatrix herself

Then I would not complain

of another

gray

hazy

foggy

rainy

chilly

May day

“…and as I was quietly tramping about in the old wood, there I spotted him!” she said.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Dedicated to Lacey.

A chocolate morsel of a moral.

A sign of character

Inner Strength

Fortitude

Heart

Spirit

 

Is so often viewed during times of success

Climbing the Ladder

Acceptance

The Winner Takes All

Victory

Scholarship

Promotion

Gold Medal

 

Yet it is in my

Trials of enduring the unknown, fear, pain

Attempts to better myself and the lives I encounter

Choice to bring beauty, hope, peace into my world

Devotion to remain true to my God and those I love

Conscious decision that ultimately

reflects my attitude toward either

promoting the positive or the adverse

in any given moment

 

My character should not be measured by my success

but by the path I walk.

 

Which brings me now to the title of this poem,

that obviously took me to a place I knew not of

when I first contemplated the idea of

 

Chocolate Mousse

 

I know of a young girl

of who shall I say

has had a burden to bear

for the last eight months

of her teenage life.

She has been

Accused of portraying her injury by both adults and her peers.

These accusations have been made publicly.

          Privately whispered in her ear.

                   Rumored from one to another.

In front of her.                                      Behind her back.

All of these accusations were committed and endured

repeatedly for quite a long time.

To be followed by a few apologies. Not many, not all, only a few.

Finally, after all of the accusations quiet, or so we may assume since we have heard of none recently, her physical symptoms escalate. She is faced with the reality and possibility of two debilitating and fearful diseases. What does this young girl do at the end of the day?

She does something beautiful.

She makes Chocolate Mousse.

Not the instant kind. Oh no.

The egg yolk

Whipping heavy cream

Melting lovely chocolate

Blending it all together

Until a heavenly loveliness

Is rendered by her

Caring and thoughtful ways.

And then she shares.

At the end of her day

She focuses on hope

Living her life to prove it.

Where do you find yourself when most everyone you respect turns their back on you? She had to advocate for herself in many situations where adults were in complete defiance, not only to their chosen profession, but to an ailing child. Those that had the power to help her rallied together and claimed they had “no obligation” to help her. They had “no obligation” to care for her needs unless it was included on a signed legal agreement. Really, I am telling you the truth. They had “no obligation.” Bear with me here as I write it one more time to coincide with how many times they communicated it verbally and written about an injured child. “We have no obligation…”

From out of pain, beauty.

 

Are you strong enough to remain beautiful when your health, your livelihood and even your life are in jeopardy of never being who you were before tragedy strikes? Can you even endure the thought that your tomorrow may never be? Can you lay your head down to slumber knowing that you chose not to be obligated to another human being when it was indeed in your power to initiate change?

Will you make Chocolate Mousse

Bake cookies or bread

Smile in the mirror

Pick a flower

Call an old friend

Be kind to yourself

Or another

Or maybe a stranger

Would you rather be greeted by dreams of peace

because you have thus spent your day?

Giving has such a remarkable way of lingering

Within the very heart that chose to give.

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

http://markconner.typepad.com/ A Picture of HOPE January 23, 2011

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To keep your eyes upon the page

Your heart turned toward heaven

As a learned and wise old sage

Who, pray tell, will revel in?

It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their own words. ~Eric Hoffer

Your heart turned toward heaven

Within, your mind bringing beauty

Who, pray tell, will revel in?

Coming close, touching, to see

Within, your mind bringing beauty

Your fingerprints on our world

Coming close, touching, to see

Interior Radiance

Your fingerprints on our world

What are you made of Soul, divine?

Interior Radiance

In nature, pleasantries benign

What are you made of Soul, divine?

Gilt-edged sheaths, Red letters speaking

In nature, pleasantries benign

While roots lie in the deep, dark, earth

Gilt-edged sheaths, Red letters speaking

Where are you? Can you hear the sound?

While roots lie in the deep, dark, earth

I, too, went far away at times

Where are you? Can you hear the sound?

Closer. Come closer. Listen.

I, too, went far away at times

He did what he did, forgiven.

Closer. Come closer. Listen.

Mercy, grace, for you, ex gratia

He did what he did, forgiven.

From favour, each is as they are

Mercy, grace, for you, ex gratia

Significant Loyalty

From favour, each is as they are

Honey rendered from the bloom

Significant Loyalty

As a learned and wise old sage

Honey rendered from the bloom

To keep your eyes upon the page

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

Hmmm…

What happens if

You don’t have a

picture

to look at?

You don’t have a

dictionary

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

dog?

Or the

baby?

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

blame

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.

Me,

myself, and I,

We three will always try…

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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Young children bound across

Fields of clover and wildflowers

Laughing

Leaping

Twirling

Holding close

Their brown parcel

Tied and taped

Simmering

strawberry jam

Hot

buttery bread

Calling them home

Kimberley Formosa © 2010

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