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Hello Out There

Hello Out There

by Julie Roberts January 2018
this was written for my daughter in law for her baby shower

Warm, soft
floating
endlessly
in a sea
of fluid,
that same
sea that
my ancestors
crawled out
many moons
ago.
I can hear muffled
sounds,
the soft lovely
voice of my Mother.
My Father’s voice
strong yet soft,
outside, encouraging
me to move.
I will know his voice
when I make my
appearance.
Music, soft sounds
of the sea
I roll happily
turn a few somersaults
then push
out a foot
here and there,
just to make
my parents squeal
with happiness.
I am here,
hear me roar.
I am connected
by a cord where
I will share all
with my Mom,
blood, food, oxygen
all living functions
we share.
And when I come out
that cord,
although severed
will always be connected.
This time by
a cord that is
invisible,
but real just the same
Hugs and kisses
connection, caring,
a bond so strong
it will never be broken.
I am special
I have my Mom’s heart!
After all, I am the
only one who knows what
her heart sounds like from
the inside.

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Our Gift To You!

Dear Julie,

Brandon and I have created this blog page as a place for you to share your beautiful poetry. You have such a wonderful talent in writing and we feel this will be a great way not only for you to share your work, but also a safe place to save it for many years to come. We hope your passion for poetry continues to grow and you will enjoy using the blog as your personal space.

We love you so much! Merry Christmas!

Brandon, Danielle and Baby!

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24 Years

Today it has been
24 years, since
you left this earth
and those you love
behind.
The anniversary hits
me hard,
realizing it’s been so
long and you have
missed so much.
There are always the
questions.
What would it have been
like if you had stayed?
Would those added years
just bring more pain,
pain for you,
and pain for us as
your children.
or would you have
conquered addiction
if given more time?
Were you afraid,
did you feel alone
when you left?
Were you angry at us
for being so troubled
by your troubling condition?
But today I will think
positive thoughts.
Thoughts that you were
sad to leave us.
That your parental love
is all accepting and comforting.
I miss the you
that was smart and funny,
that loved gardening, cooking and
puttering around the house.
The “hefty” handsome Silva thins man who
lived and loved and lost.
How much I wish you had
won that battle and been
here with us to see all the
wonderful times.
It was the end of hope-
24 years ago today.
Hope that you would win,
so I hope instead that you
are free, wherever that
may be.
A hawk soaring through
the sky.
Free from all that
bound you to this earth
and that sometimes that
brush of wind may be
you reminding me of how
much I am loved.
And I will remind you how
much you are missed.
24 years later.

Love, Julie

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Wales Trip

Here is my poem about the experience:

Wales

Great

green slopes

flow down

as if cut

by glacial

ice many moons ago.

The trees a

potpourri of

types and hues.

Pine, Alders, Birch

and Willows,

abound in this place,

full of low valleys

and high mountains

green as if it

rained everyday.

A place that

surprises me,

beauty unsurpassed

history, Quakers,

hidden spiritual

meeting places,

persecution and

longing to worship freely.

My husband wanders

the cemetery

searching for

Roberts and Ellis names

on the headstones.

So intent on searching for

his background.

Lost in thought

of distant and long ago

relatives.

A black and white cat

crosses my path and

comes to say “HI”.

He acts as if he owns the

place.

It almost feels

as if the cat is a

reincarnation of

some past relative

coming to reach out to me.

I sit enjoying

the beautiful churchyard,

my husband so intent on

finding a connection.

I don’t think he knows,

the connection is there already.

I see it in you, your siblings,

your father and your grandparents.

Kindness, honesty, goodness,

a quietness that allows you

to listen intently to all around you.

They have been with you all

along, guiding you in the

Quaker way of life.

As we sat at the secret Quaker

meeting sight

at Tyddyn Y Garreg

below a huge rock altar

I could hear their longing

to be free.

To be what

they wanted,

worship as they wished.

They risked all by going

to this new promised land.

Shhh..quiet…

we are here

with you always.

Love to all, Julie and Chris

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The Debate

Suits, ties

hair perfected.

A tense smile

emerges.

No handshake,

the end of civility.

Before it starts

the tension is palatable,

hanging there

before the questions

even start.

Two people on

opposite sides of

the fence.

Isis, locker room talk,

taxes and lost e-mails.

All discussed but

not at all settled.

Side step this,

avoid that.

Defend yourself

even if it causes you to go

low.

“I will go after you,

prosecute you”.

“You don’t have the

temperament to be President”.

There was always a bit

of rough going, a bit of

nastiness in these

Presidential debates,

but never like this.

We are fractured,

unable to reach the

middle ground or

consensus.

What has caused us

to go so far apart from

each other?

One side has the government

involved in helping the everyman, the poor,

the sick, and the downtrodden.

The other side has the government

totally uninvolved, each to his own,

each does the best for him/herself.

Work hard and everyone can succeed

is their motto and if we have enough

we can be charitable.

Maybe this is the cost

for putting a reality star up

for the biggest job on earth.

Our debates are a circus, a sideshow, go low

and then lower to get more viewers.

I just feel sadness, sad at the state

we have all come to in politics.

Still I keep thinking, we are all one

together, all made of the same cells.

Maybe our humanity will

rise above all this craziness

and somehow we will shake hands

and return to civility.

Empathy and kindness reign on.