My Mirror (My Poem)

My Mirror

I looked in the mirror and what did I see?

Who is this stranger looking back at me?

When did I get this old, and become so bold?

Mirror, mirror speak true to me

And my future, what do you see?

Will I age gracefully?

And be remembered lovingly?

In my mirror, I can see smiles

Yes, I know Im walking my last miles.

But it’s been a wonderful life for me

And the future will be what it will be.

(C) Helene Moore

I’ve been sick all day and that is the best I can come up with today.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing.

Adopt A Caregiver, and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Another One Of My Poems

I am on the committiee for Memoirs in my writing group. (AA) Anthem Authors. Going through my piles of papers I found this poem that I wrote a long time ago:

TOO LATE

Is is too late

it’s never too late

you can do anything

all you have to do is write

everyday at least a page

at least part of a page

at least a paragraph or two

at least a phrase

at least a date and page number

it’s so easy

all you need to do

is sit down and write

something, anything, one thing

listen to yourself

believe in yourself

you can do it

it’s not too late

by Helene Moore

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Come Out To Play (My Poem)

I wrote a poem a while back, and it’s called, Come Out To Play and it goes like this:

Come out to play.

I can’t

Why not?

I have homework and chores to do.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

I have to take care of my sister and make dinner.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

I have to work and take care of my children.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why Not?

I have to help my husband, I have to work and take care of my children.

Come out to play

I can’t

Why not?

It’s too late, I”m too old. I fogot how to play.

(C) Helene Moore

Hold My Hand

It’s so seldom that I ever let anyone read my poetry (I only have about seven poems that I wrote) but this is a chance to let everyone see something I wrote when my husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease.

Those of you following my blog, will know that the diagnosis was changed. Seven years later.

Anyway, this is the poem I wrote:

“Hold my hand, I need your help

Guide me to the right path

to people and friends I care about.

Hold my hand

I want to know you are with me

sharing my day, my existence.

Hold my hand

I want peace and serenity in my life.

Hold my hand

I love feeling your hand in mine.”

Adopt A Careagiver, give the gift that lasts forever, and costs nothing.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

(I am putting this up early because my computer is not working correctly. )

And The Mountain Moved

I am the little girl full of love and laughter and family, and the mountain was huge and scary and far away.

I am the teenager, scared and scarred, and the mountain is still huge.

I am the young adult with stars in my eyes, love in my life, marriage and children, and the mountain seems remote and far away from my life.

I am the middle aged woman who worked all her married life, whose children are grown, and it’s time to find out who I am; and the mountain appears closer.

I am the wise old woman who knows who she is, where she belongs, and what her legacy is. And that mountain is within me.

by Helene Moore

Something I wrote a few years ago, that still is very meaningful to me. This is the first time I’ve shared it. The first time it’s in print. I hope you like it too.

Keep love and kisses in yor life. Helene