 Dawn's Poetry Garden
Where have all the fireflies gone?
If I could give my life for all
Healing, renewing,
The harvest moon pierces through the velvet sky tonight. It's wistful moonbeams caress the shadows of my oak tree... and dance on my cold windowsill. Like a lullaby the vision soothes my spirit as memories drift through my mind... back to a place of youth and happiness...and of you. I still see you in my dreams so clearly. Like the harvest moon you almost seem within reach... yet a chasm of time and space lies between us. I reach out my hand to touch your beautiful face but you are an illusion... I grasp at thin air and it haunts my weary soul. The rustling trees moan in the relentless breeze, amber leaves slap my windowpane... So I close the windows and draw the shades as a lone cricket sadly sings. © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Distant drumming
Gentle whispers
Sailing, drifting, tossed about Stars and moonbeams blotted out Fog commencing fearful dreams Nothing is really as it seems... Saint Elmo's fire luminousity Claims the mast and calms the sea From east to west turns right around Back to realms where angels sound... And fish swim in schools of seven With waters flowing back to heaven Upon the horizon an eagle takes flight No more fear in the valley of night © 7/10/00
Quiet and pensive
I wonder... On peaceful nights Like this... Do you see me? As the gentle breeze blows The crickets sing And my babies sleep Are you close by? I sometimes think I catch Your fragrance of roses drifting by Or feel the stroke of your hand On my cheek Can you still feel me? Grandma... I miss you more Than this little heart Can bear! © 2/12/00 Dawn Thibodeaux  [Back to Poetry Menu]
Guide me Lord
Laughing sunshine Warms my skin Playfully exposing The child within Shadows have no place to creep For His light travels Far and deep © 2/14/00 Dawn Thibodeaux [Back to Poetry Menu]
Valentine...
Carried gently and swiftly on your waves Your torrentulous rhythm rocks me away To another time and place I feel the tingle of your misty spray You refresh my being and bring me to life You are my oxygen, nourishment, and love... Music! © 2000 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
 Sweet Slumber Sweet baby of mine Lay your tiny head Upon my bosum Drift off into slumber To the sound of my heartbeat Your delicate skin Soft as a rose petal Presses gently on mine Your sweet aroma Fills my soul Time stands still As your beauty Fills my eyes Your innocence Envelopes me in awe I've known you forever Since the beginning of time Our hearts intertwine As one © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Saltwater Taffy Remember the days When saltwalter taffy Came in giant bars And Lick-a-Stix Were the ultimate fix! When candy necklaces Were the coolest fashion Don't forget candy rings What glamour and glitz! Change tossed aside today Was the gold of yesterday A full piggy bank Meant extra mallowmars! Oh, to be a kid again And enjoy simple pleasures Like saltwater taffy In giant bars! © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
A Letter To My Baby Boy The day you were born was the best day of my life. It's was such a wonderful experience carrying you inside me. I thank God everyday for giving me such a perfect, beautiful, and healthy little baby. I look forward to watching you grow into a man and I hope I will guide you on the right paths. Daddy and I can't believe that we really have you. It feels like a wonderful dream. I will always love you no matter what and will always be here when you need me. I love you with all my heart and soul. Love, Mom 
© 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Ode To My Best Friend We met many years ago And who would have known Our bud of a friendship Would have blossomed and grown A generation between us Makes our friendship so rare And we are so different Such an unlikely pair You just make me laugh It's that simple to me You bring back those memories When I was young and carefree You're a spark of innocence In the jaded world of today Like a vibrant yellow rose You bring sunshine my way Don't ever change And hold your head high You'll make it my friend Spread your young wings and fly © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Shooting Star Shooting star up so high Streaking across the midnight sky For only a moment you shine so bright Only to vanish deep into the night Although brief was that fleeting moment in time That was the instant that he became mine For as we gazed upon the heavenly bliss Time stood still for loves first kiss © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
~The Singer~ His eyes a vast chasm His soul very deep His thundering voice Bold and gently weeps He sings to my heart And my heart he shall keep. © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Grandma There's a special place in my heart That only Grandma can fill And I think of her quite often When it is quiet and still She was kind yet firm, serious yet playful And by no means a saint But in my eyes as a child She certainly did fascinate I thought she hung the moon and the stars Her old sayings never grew stale The old family stories held such intrigue Even the silly tall tales I wish I knew her life story For I am sure that in her day She was quite a hell raiser "Les bon temps" she would say Many things remind me of her And will always make me smile The list could go on and on For perhaps a mile.... Like muscadine jelly, cous cous, And the scent of a magnolia blossom Her favorite things tug at my heart Whenever I run across them Her life has spawned a ripple Of descendants that will never end And I'll proudly pass on her legacy Till in heaven we meet again © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Daddy's Boy He has your nose, He has your hair In his innocent eyes I see you there He's Daddy's Boy It's so plain to see In his eyes your a hero and always will be What did we ever do before our bebe? Our old life seems so lonely and trivial to me Our whole world has changed, he's melted our hearts I wish he would stay little so we would never part Yes, he'll grow up and go his own way But forever in our hearts our bebe boy will stay  I couldn't have asked for a better father for my little boy! © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
My Inspiration God, Where are you? Can you hear my call? Will I ever see Your glorious face? Will I ever be What you want me to be? "Where are you God?" Is my persistent question Yet he dwells in my heart and remains my inspiration Love gently whispers sweet answers to me... Is intuition the gift? It must be the key! God... What do you want of me? Why am I here? This body of mine Is full of pain and fear! This heavy flesh Shall forever not bind We all have a purpose In the plan of the divine © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved)
but when I met him, they all fled and didn't seem to matter." -Christopher Morley [Back to Poetry Menu]
The Sacred Tree We are but individual leaves On the tree of divinity And its roots are grounded in and sustained by God The 'leaf' may contemplate "I have this divine power within me Therefore I must be this power Maybe I don't need this tree" God's power does flow within each leaf And course through its veins Yet should one leaf fall It cannot survive In and of itself For a while after it has fallen It may still feel alive And believe it's own delusion But in reality, death is it's only fate © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved)
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There is Always a Spring Cold and alone In the winter of my heart Frozen from innocence lost I fall to my knees Heavy from the iniquity God please set me free One ray of sunshine Gently touches my heart Slowly melting away the frost Like a pink bud of a rose My heart slowly flowers Catching raindrops From God's april showers © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved) [Back to Poetry Menu]
Dawn's Gallery of Dreams Canvases scattered across my desk... Dried up palette...what a mess! So many ideas clutter my mind When will I paint again? Where is the time? Being a mother is demanding it's true... And the babies comes first No other way will do! So until that day when I have time to myself I'll happily put my dreams on the shelf Cause there's no better dream Than the life I am living And these babies of mine Will receive all of my giving Until then my friend... These ideas, plans, and schemes Are only just thoughts In my Gallery of Dreams © 1999 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved)
The Guardian In a bottomless pit of darkness I fall Frantically reaching for His hand I barely escape by the skin of my teeth And on broken legs I stand Crying, scrambling, searching For the church that holds the keys A vision unfolds that I cannot deny And brings me to my knees! Sweet seraphim, I've found you! My guardian angel in disguise Your whispers water my seeds of faith And clear the mud from my eyes! Amber light upon her hair Pink roses in her hand Golden wings fly me through the veil Into a distant holy land Walking every step with me since my birth And from our heavenly home She has guided and protected me Lest I cast my foot against a stone Sweet seraphim, angel of the most high You've known my heart's desire You've fueled the spark within my heart Into an eternal fire! Now peacefully I lay to rest Christ safely nestled in my heart He encompasses me so completely I know we'll never again have to part! Heavenly Father all a-glow Seven churches in your hand They melt together like a honeycomb Face to face we finally stand! © 2000 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved)
The Real Me Beyond... looks, color, culture, age, education, experience, and memories... The real me dances in a secret garden... Of pure imagination, intuition, spirit, love, light, freedom, infinite growth and renewal, Of all that is truly real and has meaning And cannot die! Beyond... time, sight, smell, taste, touch, and sound... A part of me is safe and my own And is beyond anything this world can touch... Timeless, ageless, eternal, knowing, quietly observing silence, non judging innocence, and even far beyond all expression or words... I am © 3/8/00 Dawn Thibodeaux (All rights reserved)
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