Me or the mirror

Me or the mirror

by Rachel Roberts 2014

Standing in front

Of my shimmery Reflection glaring

At it like a man does his enemy

Is that me or the mirror

Pushing my hair

Up this way and that

 Me or the mirror

Feeling hopeless

Despairing

I let it fall

Giving up on the war

I have lost

Then I try to see something good

About that girl

In the mirror but

I can’t

Stop that, a voice says

Your enough

But am I

Is the

Imperfection

Me or the mirror

Family is Important

Family is important

By Rachel Roberts

When I was just

A little girl 

I was told

Family is important

When I was just

A little girl

I was told

We are all connected

Now that I’m older

I see why

Because I see mother

Rocking her baby

The chair going creek

Their hearts connected

I watch a father

Play with the little

Ones after a trying day

Of work

Their enjoyment shared

I run with a sibling

Dirtying my clothes

As I play

In the mud

Our excitement one

I watch a grandparent

Tell a story

Of hard work

Of diligence

Their eyes shining

Our wisdom merged

  

I see an aunt and uncle

Hugging a cousin

Wiping his teary eyes

  Their comfort linked

I eat with my

Family distant

And close we talk

And our burdens

Are lightened by our joint Strength  

I know families

Are important

  Because trial, or sorrow,

Happiness, or Joy    

A Secret Language

A SECRET LANGUAGE

 by Rachel Roberts

ONCE UPON A TIME

MY BROTHER AND ME

HAD A SECRET LANGUAGE

IT WAS A LANGUAGE ALL

OUR OWN

IF YOU WATCHED US

YOU WOULD THINK US

SILLY CHILDREN

BUT IF YOU WERE US

YOU WOULD SEE MAGICAL

WORLDS AROUND US

SO YOU SEE OUR LANGUAGE

WAS ONE MADE OF

ENGLISH, BUT THE WORDS

ALL TOGETHER WOULD MAKE

NO SENSE TO YOU

UNLESS YOU WERE US

SOME DAYS OUR LANGUAGE

TOLD A STORY ABOUT ME

A PRINCESS IN A FOREIGN

LAND AND HIM MY

BEST FRIEND

SOME DAYS IT WOULD BE

US SCALING MOUNTAIN TOPS, 
THE ICY WINDS TOSSING

OUR HAIR THIS WAY

AND THAT

SOMEDAYS IT WAS

JUST US TALKING

BECAUSE HIM AND ME

HAD A SECRET LANGUAGE

ALL OUR OWN

BUT ONE DAY LANGUAGE

STARTED TO WAIN

WE STARTED TO CLIMB

DIFFERENT MOUNTAINS, LEADING

US TO SEPARATE LANDS

BUT THESE WERE IMAGINARY

WE BECAME LESS FRIENDS

AND MORE FOES

BECAUSE YOU SEE

THE LANGUAGE WAS LOST

ONE DAY I HOPE

TO FIND OUR LANGUAGE

AGAIN, BUT CHILDREN

NO LONGER ONLY

BEST FRIENDS

 

LOVE YOU MY BIG

BROTHER ADAM.

Quilting with Grandma Roberts

Quilting with Grandma Roberts

by Rachel Roberts 8/2014

Divine nature, blue

Learning each others

Gifts while sewing.

This person good at this

Their gift from God.

Individual worth, red

The ability to hear

The person next to you

Story there worth

As judged by God

Knowledge, green

Learning how

To sew and cut

A cloth into beautiful

Wisdom from God.

Choice and accountability, orange

Learning that a wrong

Cut or a misplaced

Stitch has consequence

Redeemable by God.

Good works, yellow

Learning to sew

For a family now

As well as later

Hard work seen by God.

Integrity, purple

Owning up

To a misplaced cut

Or unwanted mistake

Honesty praised by God.

Virtue, gold

To keep the cloth

White and spotless

Cleanliness loved by God.