My Muse

My Muse
has lifted me
up high, to light I touch

Dug down
to grasp the hair
I was hanging from

Oh yes, remember me
you sweet soul
my grief, I let go

So open,
willing to exchange
depth

Astonished, so dear
Blue mirror
You let me step into.

Loristori: Poetry by Mi

Loristori: Poetry by Mi: 500 Steps 500 steps from Camelot Stone castle of dreams My Prince of Pain Snuggled ...

I always thought that a white picket fence and a "Happily Ever After" was my destiny.
After all, its what I knew about life as a child, having been sheltered and adored by
my parents.The suburban dream I assumed, would just simply transfer itself into my life and continue taking great care of me. I adored my Mom, and always hoped I would be the perfect wife
 and mother just like her - my husband would be a copy of my Father with his hard work, 
dedication and undeniable love for his family. I felt cherished and loved. What a blessing to
 have had such a wonderous childhood - I can never thank them enough for giving me a home
 so full of love and laughter.

"I Told You So"

 I suppose my mother was right ( I can hear her joyful laugh and her clap of exclamation all the way from Heaven), when she used to say to me "Mimi, why on earth do you always have to learn things the hard way, when here I've been pointing you in the RIGHT direction all along?!"

I often wonder, if I had taken her advice along the way, if my path may have been easier - more cushy - with all the creature comforts that we all seem to strive for, but never finish trying to obtain?

The answer to that will never be known, but hey, I'm not complaining! I believe the lessons that I have learned, the characters that have filled my pages -  the sadness, the grief, the joy and excitement, the boredom, the desperation, have all been an essential part of my journey, my book, my excellent adventure :)

Just Call Me Mimi