Shari swims with Whales

Record keepers they walked the land before returning to the great ocean
You were on a ship traveling across the ocean when your captain said
The  purpose of this journey was his own death that he planned before
In that moment a storm arose and the ocean screamed her furiousness
You lashed him with ropes to the inner deck and you took the wheel
In the eye of the storm you became the needle and the whales came
On each side of the boat the whales guided your path  in watery deep
You held the wheel and  muttered prayers to each molecule help
The record keepers guide your unconsciousness the boat survived
The man gave up on death and you added another notch to life

            A Poem For My Son Ronald

This lifetime you came in to Haiti to the sorrow of loss
Your mother died and you ran into the road to die too
They sent you to Montreal to your father's house and
I know little of your life in that time, intelligent boy
You got an education in life in love in the sorrow
I will not mention the sorrow inflicted on you now
In your search for meaning to find again mother
You came to stay here in the winter  of long ago
I remembered you were my son in Africa Temba
Your legs were crooked and I took you to see
the medicine man who cured you with plants
You are such a strong kind loving soul man
Fate gave you a best friend called Mandala
You walked beside you for years and years
You went north into the woods of Canada
Your hair changed color as you grew old
My blessing for you is to find yourself

Learning the lessons of this lifetime


You ask what I was afraid to show and
my rib cage slowly opened for you then
but it was empty for my heart was lost
lost in the grief of being abandoned early
No child can ever heal from loss of mother
I never wanted to be tied down or settled
It was my aunties who demanded conformity
said I needed to find a man get married soon
You came along then and you stayed around
we adventured on your motorbike brilliant
you intelligent brilliant minded man how
much you fascinated me you were busy
your eyes were as green a Irish stone
I went along for the ride and it was cool
until we got married and tried that game
it was terrible and I hated being a wife
we grew apart in Canada in the winter
I left you forever with no thought of it

At forty I met another man with blue eyes
and he became my destiny and my pride
we belong together and both our birthdays
add up to nine we are the hermits now each
delighting in the others company and his heart
was broken too about the same time as mine
he is my day and night he is my yin and yang
he is the reason that I came here once again
to find him for he is my purpose and reason
to be of service to him alone and he is me
and we are of the one drop of light left
beloved of all the men I ever met and left
he is the best of them the very best

dear men who loved me for a time forgive
me for breaking your heart if I did that
it is only that my life purpose was to find
this man that was my other half my core
you delighted me but it was surface stuff
not the deep core of meaning that I sought

Learning the lessons of this lifetime
for sure it is to be of service
from the beginning of this time
I walked in the clarity of light
with and developed  knowledge
that the earth was my mother
the sky my father and I a part
of every water drop dripping
from the essence I came in
late July I came to be here
on my great mother's belly
the journey was long from
Conneywarren to Ballyheather
fragmented and heart sore
 nature healed me and Louisa
let me wander and wonder in
the hills and pastures of that
sacred land amongst sheep
and cows and farm dogs I
met the ancients ones the
stone people the singing faeries
delighted in the water streams
thank you mother dear for your
trust in letting me go to nature
days and day spent wandering