I'm so lucky. Dear Mary E Graziano looks into my painting and develops a poem! This painting was inspired by being in Vermont in October, when the snow storm hit before the foliage fell. She gets it!

PEAKS AND VALLEYS

The deep valleys with
Foliage of orange,
Directing your gaze
At the brightness
That looks like a raging
Inferno with hues
Boldly standing out
Amongst the evergreens.

Snowflakes, spiraling down,
Nature inhaling
The coldness
Of an autumn day,
Mountain peaks reaching
To the heavens,
With snow settling
Gently on top.

Grayness fills the once
Cloudless blue sky,
Blinding snow sweeps
Across the mountains,
Winds echoing down
To the valleys below
With streaks of white
Blinding the scenery.

The large evergreens
Sway, bending slightly
From the heaviness of
The new snow,
That captivates and holds
Nature prisoner
From the late autumn
Early winter snow storm.


Mary Graziano ©
January 26, 2014
Amazing artwork, title words
“From the late autumn
Early winter snow storm”
by Lynn C. Tolson

DREAMS~

We all have dreams,

Dreams of 

Succeeding and 

Doing something 

we have 

Always wanted

To do, 

But sometimes 

We think 

That it is

Unreachable but

That is so 

Far from 

The truth.

You can make 

Your dreams 

Come true,

Dig deep inside 

Of you, 

Don’t let 

Your mind 

Tell you 

That it can’t 

Be done, 

Because it can. 

Believe in yourself

Believe in 

Your strength, 

That you 

Can achieve 

Anything you put 

Your mind to, 

Our dreams 

Are magic, 

And if respected, 

They bring a lot 

Of meaning and 

Purpose to our lives. 

Dreams guide us 

To that 

New tomorrow

To a new beginning

As we reach 

For the stars, 

And helps us 

Follow our hearts 

And do 

The things 

That we feel 

Passionate about. 

Dreams help 

Keep us 

In check 

With ourselves, 

Of who we are, 

They reveal what 

Matters most 

To us,

We don’t acknowledge 

How important

It really is,

To meet our dreams,

We often fluff it off

And wait until tomorrow.

What if tomorrow 

Never comes, 

Where will our

Dreams go then,

We need that 

Time to dream 

Feel the joy 

It brings us, 

The feelings 

Of laughter, 

The peace and

Tranquility it gives.

Reaching our dreams

Can make 

Our tomorrows 

Come true, 

Reach for,

Grab hold, 

And reach far,

Grab hold

Of your dreams,

They will come true 

When you believe 

Accept and embrace.

Mary Graziano ©

Revised, November 18, 2013

THE GIFT OF LOVE

Love is a gift
From God,
His masterpiece
To share
To cherish
To fill a void
Within our hearts.

Love is compassion
Always kind,
Reaching out to
That someone who
Needs to know
You are there
When no-one cares.

Love is being
A special friend,
Giving someone
A simple hug,
To say
All will
Be okay.

Love is a treasure
To be cherished,
Like a work of art
To be admired,
A feeling so intense
If you hurt someone
It tears you apart inside.

Love is to share
To feel,
To let yourself
Be loved
By someone,
Knowing that
They truly care.

Love is looking
With your eyes,
When you know
No words ever
Need to be said,
For a look
Will say it all.

Mary Graziano ©
Edited January 16, 2014

I dont know where to begin here.  I am suppose to be fine in my healing from my abuse, but again it has reared its ugly head.  The other day was talking with someone about how she has forgiven her mother on her death bed.  I started crying, why? Because I think I should forgive my dad?  I started feeling guilty that I should forgive him.  That I should have told him I forgave him when he was dying.  Why does this have to come into my head?  Why am I feeling guilty?  I can't let this get to me, I have come to far in my healing.  How it hits you, when you least expect it.  You think everything is going fine as you move on with your life, then something triggers you, and its not the fault of the friend I was talking with at all.  I don't blame her one bit.  It's just the way things are.  It hits you in a way that you least expect it to. I know that if you are not ready to forgive then its ok, and I have been ok with this because I am  not ready to forgive him or my mother for what they did to  me.  But now guilt seems to be hitting me right in the gut. Why? Why is it making me feel guilty?  I have not to be guilty about. I didn't do anything wrong but be a good daughter to those who chose to abuse me and not show their love to me.  But I was always there for them.  In their latter years I was there to help my mother when she was too sick to take care of herself.  I would go over and wash her, comb her hair, make sure she was comfortable, sit and talk with her.  Never once did she say I love you.  When my dad was dying I was there spending the nights for 2 weeks while he was dying because I didn't want him to be alone to die.  Why? Why would someone who was a victim of incest want to do this?  Is this a sign that I have forgiven him? To me I say no, I just cared, just something inside of me that told me to stay with him.  I just don't get it.  Last night I had a dream about him.  He was standing in front of my bed just looking at me and it give me chills, and a feeling of not being safe.  I woke up to  and looked around the bedroom and knew it was a dream, so felt some relief over that.  Now I feel like shit, now I seem to be seeing old stuff come up again, and I don't want this happening.  I am in a good place, and not going back there. I refuse to.  The past is gone so get lost past, I don't need you in my life, but you continue to piss me off by triggering me out of the blue.