Eleanor J. Scribner 

Madeira Beach, Florida, USA 

I was born in Bar Harbor, ME into a country family of teachers and veterinarians. My pen name is Eleo. My education includes Hyde Park High School, MA, and the NY School of Interior Design. I am an instructor for an Arts & Crafts Club in Madeira Beach, FL. I am the owner of Krofts Loft Crafts Westbrook, CT. I'm a member of the Clinton Art Center, Westbrook, CT, and the Suntan Art Center, Treasure Island, FL. It is a great honor to share my dreams in poems with you, and join in this open-door opportunity with a golden handshake placing me even higher on my goal to happiness.

Reminiscing

Today I cried a little, as I called my little girl
and saw her waiting by the stairs
Wedding blossoms in her hair
How gently I had touched her baby skin so fair
When she cried I soothed her in my rocking chair
The cares were many each step of the way
As love and laughter knelt to pray
That she would always be our queen
The parenting years just seventeen
So like time, she moved away
Sharing our love with a lads today
The memories she left us as I called from the stairs
We love you big girl with Wedding blossoms in your hair

Echo's Remain

I went into the woods today
To walk a path of memories
Silently I prayed give me this day
I saw a carpet of autumn leaves
made bright with a sunlight ray

It was lonely quiet in these woods
I heard a blackbird cry
So still the pine cones lay, fallen
On needles left to dry

I reached out to touch a rustic carving
To feel the weathered grooves of bark
A promise left unbroken
"I love you", encircled in a heart.

A dream of childhood, a call of love
A misting in the rain
I call into the woods a name of yesterday
Only an echo remain.

Oh! Barefoot girl with wind-blown 
hair, running along the shore
A lone seagull makes his call and 
can see you wading there
The silent, sifting sands between bare toes
The echo of your voice upon a tide 
that comes and goes
A dream of yesterday

 
With bowed heads we see your 
footprints waiting for
the changing tide
We hear your voice echoing 
over the sands of time
"Can only seagulls cry?"
I call into the wind hello, 
I love you very much,
The wind answers I love you dearly, too
Love never said goodbye