Wednesday, May 12, 2021

Then & Now

Then & Now

Barricaded, I breathe deeply
as questions continue,
their bodies slide down 
wooden expanse as if shot,
find slit at bottom of door,
implore to be let in;
writhe, feet beat floor
as reprieve is not granted.

Before me, resplendent,
an array of old friends:
perfume, hair clips,
powdery pinks, delicate lace, bows,
strand or two of bobbles and bits
I caress as old friends, perhaps lovers.

I emerge, their arms and limbs draped
over chaise and lounge,
eyes blink with sleep and surprise
as they whisper, "Mother"?

and I answer with a smile, 
tie apron about my front, 
clean fish, roll dough,
hang laundry...

little ones convinced 
forever more this day
an Angel descended.

by Margaret Bednar, May 12, 2021

Times don't really change that much - I think most mothers will understand this poem.  Linked with "Poets & Storytellers United - Weekly Scribblings #69 - The Hunt".  Am I the only mother who has locked the master bathroom door and looked longingly at makeup and such?   It's been a while since I've felt "desperate" (LOL), but I remember when I had 5 children 10 years and under ... !!   Number six came along five years later.  

I ordered an ephemera package of Paris/France goodies - vintage postcards, magazines, book pages, lace - I will use it in journals I am making.  This is one postcard that came in the pack.  Isn't it lovely?  You can find such treasures (Vintage Book Art, Journals, and Paper Ephemra at : and Instagram: book.and.paper.arts. 

Sunday, April 18, 2021



Which is more radiant,
a sunbeam or moonbeam?

Why am I so happy standing
beneath maple and mountain ash,
joining leafy arms praising,
birds instead of bells,
earth instead of incense,
luminescence instead of stained glass?

How is it at night,
it's silence that glorifies,
the soft chirping, the low hoot,
the sliver of light outlining your cheek,
the moon that serves as Host?

Is it possible trees sing for joy,
that He holds mountains in His hands?

When did we stop listening,
stop observing, stop learning
from that which He created?

by Margaret Bednar, April 29, 2019

Reposted and linked with "Earthweal Open Link Weekend #65" a poem I wrote about two years ago...  

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Poems in April - Asking a Question"  Don't get me wrong, I think the sanctuary, tabernacle, the Mass is an important part of my worshipping, but I find being in nature can be just as magnificent.

Also linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Platform Tuesday"