Trudy Garman

Santa Rosa, California, USA

I've been writing poetry throughout the seasons of my life: schools, college, marriage, parenthood, "doghoods," and "empty nesthoods." I've known poverty and riches, sadness and joy, solitude and friendship. There is a poetry to it all and the language of this poetry is the dress of my thoughts—the sum of who I am. Without the support and encouragement of my husband and loved ones, I would never have been able to verbalize these thoughts and feelings. I am published in newspapers, periodicals, and by The National Library Of Poetry.

Metamorphosis

IT WAS:
A time of innocence, my Son;
Another Chapter had begun.
Life's Book contained empty pages,
No definitive images.
We each author our own story
Which then becomes our history.

Some find solace in morning dew;
I found my joy in having you.
I felt your pains; I shared your tears;
I tried to allay all your fears.
But, most of all, I loved your smile -
Sweet song of youth, without beguile.

I knew I had to let you go
So you could reap; so you could sow . . .
Time for the Bird to leave the Nest . . .
I loved; I tried; I did my best
To let you choose the sites you'd see,
Know who and what you wished to be.

IT COULD HAVE BEEN:
Born out of Love, a bond - a tie
That would not let the time go by
Without remembering the Trip -
The true meaning of Love, Friendship . . .
To be there with a helping hand,
Unconditionally understand,
To share, rejoice in Life's Journey . . .
That's what I felt it all should be:

A Spiritual uplifting
Of such Majestic Magnitude
That we could hear the Angels Sing!

IT IS:
Hard to see your child grow, move on,
Hard to accept when he is gone;
Hard to realize that Yesterday
Is but a memory today.
Inevitably I await . . .
Know Metamorphosis is Fate.

But wish that WHAT WAS
COULD NOT HAVE BEEN
NOT AS IT IS.

SPIRITUALITY

So many questions to answer
Immersed amidst childish banter;
Awesome responsibility
To not betray child's trust in me;
To know just how I will explain
What is not simple and mundane;
Whatever I answer today,
Just a small stone paving the way
of the Journey the child must take.

"I CAN'T SEE IT, SO IT CAN'T BE."
CHILD, IT'S SPIRITUALITY.

You can't see it, but know it's there,
You look around, it's everywhere.
You feel but can't see summer's breeze
As it dances amidst the trees;
Leaf colors form a symphony,
Knowing why not necessary.
You see Heaven weep, teardrops flow,
But somewhere always a rainbow,
A haunting, mystical display;
You feel, but can't see each new day;
The magic of the birds in song,
Comfort that you are loved, belong,
that dark will pass, give way to light,
You know Tomorrow is in sight.
It's Faith, belief in Destiny;
It's Love you feel but cannot see;
It's feeling deep within your Soul
That makes you know that you are whole.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE TO BELIEVE;
OMNIPOTENT, NEVER TO LEAVE,
LET IT ENCOMPASS AND SURROUND;
SPIRITUALITY'S BEEN FOUND.