Beth Nynas Abbate

Vacaville, CA, USA

Beth Abbate was born in Northern Minnesota. She married Anthony Abbate and has two children, Ashley and Gina. She currently works in corporate collections for Dey Laboratories, in Napa, CA. She's a Distinguished Member of the International Society of Poets and has received the 1996 Presidents Award for Literary Excellence from the National Authors Registry. "It was after the death of my father that I found a poet lived somewhere inside of me. But the best part of my life is spending time with my husband and daughters. Their intelligence and sense of humor is forever sending me on a path full of magic and wonder."

Will She Wish For More

Her face and hands reflect the calluses and lines
She is everything a women is and everything
a women shouldn't have to be.
She has worked the earth as a man has.
She has bore his children as a man can't.
She will sacrifice everything for the love of both
Place no conditions on either
But in the dead of night, she does pray...

Lady of the Morning

She holds to her a fragile beauty of warm mystery.
Without a sound she brushes over the mountain earth.
A blanket of soothing softness to protect her treasure.
A treasure of life wrapped in the sweetest bouquet.
Where the earth thrives with the taste of richness.
She is a gentle jailer until the sun unlocks her mist.

Revealing not gold or diamonds, but a bursting encasement
Of vibrant ripeness in the grapes of Napa Valley.
Yet she will not share her treasure long
Before she once more lays her love
Against the side of the mountain
Covering the vines with her delicate heart.
A protective mistress in the night. A gentle lady of the morning.

Moments That Matter

Little girl, little girl, Where have you gone?
No more carousels with beautiful songs.
Giggles and tears fading away.
Tell me what happened to yesterday.

Little girl, big girl, What path will you choose
Watch for the rocks, some will come loose.
No right or wrong in the chances you take.
Only one trip you're allowed to make.

Big girl, woman, The lines on your face.
Show the birth of your child, life's embrace.
Take her hand and show her the way.
Walk her now, through yesterday.
The trees are the same and the house still stands.
But yesterday can't be changed to fit today's plans.

Today the rocking chair sits and waits
For the grandmother who is through the gate.
To set the child on her favorite side
Of the painted ponies on the carousel ride.

Experience the love through laughter and tears.
Through good and bad we face the years.
The choices we take bring us here.
To the child's heart we love so dear.

Around and around the carousel for life.
Treasured moments of wishful delight.
A child, a girl, a woman, a grandmother's life.
Filled with beautiful songs and carousel rides.