A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
Wildflowers bloom In the middle of it all Up from cracked concrete They grow ‘til they fall Scattered by wind Drenched by rain Their cycle of life Is never in vain Wildflowers bloom To spread seeds of change
On these stones Their names are engraved In this ground Their bodies are laid Behind those gates Many are buried In the crowded yard Of the cemetery But a part of each one Remains alive Their impact in life Forever survives In the songs, they wrote The music they played The speeches they gave… Read More After Goodbye
A smile speaks louder Than many a word It says someone cares Though nothing is heard ~ It’s a gift passed down From father to son On his father’s face The son’s smile came from ~ Now the son can keep His father alive With each smile shared His father’s legacy survives ~ Because smiles… Read More Smiles
When Sarah Murphy planted A single seed many years ago Never in her wildest dreams Did she imagine how tall it’d grow; For months the young girl waited Hoping patiently That with the thaw of winter A miracle she would see; On hands and knees, she searched The muddy dirt and debris Until her hand,… Read More Sarah’s Sycamore
My grandmother, Mary Clare Judge, wore many hats during her lifetime: School Teacher; Interior Designer; Antique Collector; Wife; Mom; Grandmother. One particular title she held throughout her years in these various other roles was that of a Poetess. It wasn’t until recently when I was writing my novel, Naming The Bits Between, that I reminisced… Read More Grandmother’s Poem
Up atop a rocky mound, What thoughts, may you have found? Visiting the land so green, Oh, the sights you must have seen. Carved Celtic stones Housing ancient bones; Rolling countryside Where sheep abide; When they are shorn Intricate sweaters be worn; By your ancestors, old and new. The light filters down Where you are… Read More Ireland’s Rose
Digging through a box of long forgotten memorabilia from yesteryear, my dad uncovered a portrait of my grandmother, his mom, amidst the clutter. Tucked in between collectible advertisement cards, wedding announcements, and school reports she had collected from distant relatives and acquaintances, her face appeared. Although somewhat strange to see the image of someone you… Read More Her Legacy
More than a year after beginning the long process of publishing my debut children’s book, I received my first copy today! I am ecstatic to report it is also finally available for all, through the links below! I was inspired to write Your Special Star after my sweet son, Joshua, passed. It is my hope… Read More Your Special Star – Published!
Jessica M. Collette 
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