Life Goes On…

… As it should

I carry you in the crinkle of my eyes, the dimple in my chin and the black hair that was the bane of my existence in the blonde, blue-eyed, first generation Supermodel days.

I carry you in whistling down cardinals, orioles, hawks and doves. In singing with the Celtic lilt that connects me to highlands and heather.

I carry you in kindness, charity and fairness. In love thy neighbour and in having the courage of my convictions.

I carry you in the tides and oceans that I know as intimately as my own heartbeat and in the sailor’s knots that can be made with both rope and lives.

I might write again. I might not.

But life does go on and so damn quickly…

I intend to not squander one more second of it.

~ kei

20 October 2015

My Dad

Earl Charles Tupper
Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Friend
8 April 1937-13 October 2015

For my tolerance, Feminism, fairness, love of family and place
For my humour, bad habits, black hair, making fire with two sticks
For my strength that doesn’t shun tears, for believing in me no matter what
You will always be the measure of a man to which all others must aspire
I love you Papasan

~ ‘karn liz, xo

Heartfelt thanks for all of your kind comments, the support is so appreciated. I have some close friends here on WP and didn’t want to simply disappear without a word or stay away without letting you know what’s happened. Take good care, K

Lost Angels ~ MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

Prompt #110 “Meraki”7 June 2015

From MLMM’s description:

“This week I want you to share a poem, drawing, story, photo, sculpture, etc that you’ve put your soul into creating. Something that touches on the deepest most vulnerable parts of yourself. Something raw and exposing. It need not be something new or something created specifically for this challenge. It might be your most accomplished piece of work or it might be a piece that you have never shared before. Maybe it makes no sense to anyone other than you or maybe it has gotten a lot of positive publicity. Maybe you sit down right now, in this moment and pour your guts out. Show us what you’re made of!”


Lost Angels

Although I never had the chance to gaze upon your tiny face
I’ve often felt your too short existence blessed my life with grace
I never knew the sweet joy of your tiny fingers wrapped round mine
Never counted each of your tiny toes, or kissed your hair so downy fine
But I often imagine that somewhere better, you can look down and see
And that you know, my sweet lost angel, you are still precious to me

~ kei
20 June 2012

Lost Angels FeatherI have three lost angels but am gifted with two brilliant humans ❤

This Is The Bar

Dudes are making me think again… way more than I should…

This is the man who I measure boys by
Call me a Daddy’s Girl, I can take it

Kicked out of high school for defending a chum
Signed up for the Air Force, a family tradition

Moved far from home, met and married my Mum
Left The Forces, got a job, became a Dad at twenty-three

Worked like a Trojan. A full time job and part time too
Saved up, bought a home, added three more kids

Completed his last two credits, went to University
Kept all his cars on the road himself, played guitar

Took us camping, taught me how to make fire with two sticks
Loved his maritime home, proud of his family tree

Wound up with a “harem” before the son showed up
Scared hell out of all our boyfriends but liked them too

Six feet tall and smokes rolled into his sleeve
Man enough to do Midol runs for his three girls

All round good guy. Loved by friends and family
This is the measure of a man to me

~ kei
17 October 2014

Dad at 17

My Dad, Scot’s Bay, NS