Lost Love
A well of emptiness and
sorrow
A re-learning of how to
live
Reminding yourself, “It is
no more.”
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Lost Love
A well of emptiness and
sorrow
A re-learning of how to
live
Reminding yourself, “It is
no more.”
The smile that played on his lips.
The way he said her name.
I knew he was in love.
Past Loves
Our past loves are like
paints
on an artist’s palette.
Our inward beings
Our personalities
Painted by those young
loves.
The little boy that asked
me to color with him.
The young man who held my
books.
The neighbor boy who
changed from annoying
to hey not bad—the first
kiss.
The first long term
relationship
who was difficult to break
up with.
The love that just didn’t
seem to work out,
but was equally
significant.
All the short-term ones.
The purples, blues,
greens, yellows, oranges, reds
of my soul.
And that one that lasts
coming into half a century,
painting my soul with
various colors each day.
Johnstown Flood 1977
Johnstown, PA had three major
floods.
In 1977, I was spending the
summer
with my sister in
Cheyenne, Wyoming.
I heard about the flood on
the radio.
The only major event that
happened
in my small town in my
lifetime—
And I missed it, but there
were many
who wished that they had,
too.
Three Days After Christmas and Easter
We celebrated the birth of
Christ
in 1981, and three days
later
our daughter Lori was
born.
We took her home in a
Christmas stocking
that the hospital ladies
had made.
A tiny baby in a big, red
stocking.
We celebrated the
resurrection of Christ
in 1985, and three days
later
our son Eli was born, though
we didn’t
take him home in an Easter
basket.
That would have been a big
basket,
since he weighed 9 pounds,
3 ounces.
A Piece of Gum
Over fifty years ago,
my best friend’s worst
enemy
offered her a piece of
gum.
Of course, we were curious.
She attended a Bible
Study.
So my friend and I went.
The pastor explained
the difference between
religion
and a relationship with
God.
We invited Jesus in
and our lives changed
course.
Just an act of kindness.
The Best Life
The best life is not
When things always go
right
Not just being
healthy, wealthy and wise.
Or creating, learning
And having fun each day
When all is hunky-dory
Everything our way
It’s a matter of love
Loving God above all else
And loving others
As we love ourselves
And receiving their love
in return
Though it’s not something we
can earn