Me

Today

The eyes that once said "I love you"
Today no longer speak...audibly
This journey has been long.
The lessons learned irreplaceable
The love felt unshakable
In all things painful
There is still a purpose
God held us through  it all
Proving himself over & over
Today my father can walk & talk
For the first time in years
I can only imagine
The conversation he must
Be having today
With Jesus.

This Old Tree

Sheltered between
The strong branches
Of this old tree
A tomboy climbs high
Not satisfied until
Every limb
Has been conquered
Maneuvered
Its as if she has
Become one with
These branches
Outstretched arms
Grasping, pulling
Struggling for just
One more level
Reaching the top
Looking out
Over the world
That she longs
To explore
Longs to see
Longs to belong in
Until then, she will
Just be satisfied
With the view
She has found
Nestled within
The santuary
Of this old tree.

Kristy Turnage
6-14-2013

Remembrance

Content with the breeze
As it carries the scent
Of honey-suckle...
Along her path of
Remembrance
She sat back
Just moving
With her mind
Traveling back in time
To a field of flowers
Growing wild and free
This is her
Place of rest
This is also where her heart
Runs as free as the wind.

Hunter

Sitting so perfectly still...beautiful purple dress...diaper peeking out just enough to be seen. Hair pulled back-single pony-tail. Escaping stray hairs making a mockery of her mothers brushing. Eyes so blue, so bright, they can't be denyed their magnificance. With each look she takes in the newness of life. All its wonders so fresh...so full of all the first times to come. Her fascinations with a kitty that struggles to escapes her chubby little hands. She chases until the prize is securely in her hands. It struggles to get free, yet she holds it close. Rubbing it as softly as she knows. Pouring out all the love her little heart possesses. Making sure to be so gentle...she slowly set her kitty free. Scampering off....only to find that the very one that had set her free...was chasing her once aga in. Two peas in a pod...she thought they were the very best of friends...playmates. A girl, 2 1/2 and the only friend she knew...her kitty.
6-14-2013
Kristy Turnage

Silence

I grieve and mourn
In the silence of my soul
Crying out desperately
For someone to hear me
For anyone to hear my cry
Laying down the mask
That has covered me
Sheltered me
Protected me
But has also been a lie
Now I find myself
Face down on the ground
Crying out to a God
I'd forsaken

Kristy Turnage
5-30-13

Poems

The saddest
Poem ever
Is the one
Never written
5/29/2013
K.F.T.