Garden of Friendship is one of the few groups I
have joined that has gone the
I sincerely believe that it is
due to a perfect mix of organization, effort and
good will. Add a dash of humanity, a pinch
of comradery and you have the perfect recipe for
a group that will endure.
I have enjoyed my time here
tremendously, staying as a member even after I
have been forced to close my own
My Garden name used to be
Here are the awards I won during
Now My Garden Name is
Stretch My Hand Across the Water
Beside glistening, mighty waters I stand.
Froth-tipped waves beat from shore to shore.
Back and forth they journey.
From land to land.
I stretch forth my hand.
As soul touches soul, and tales of family we
Friendship grows and becomes a living thing.
We become good friends –
Though we live apart.
I stretch forth my heart.
©Debra Shiveley Welch 2011
I dream of circling Saturn
And soaring above Mars.
I’d like to jitterbug on Jupiter,
And dance among the stars.
A polka would be lovely on Pluto,
A waltz on Mercury sublime.
I’d tango on Neptune for eternity,
The universe my playpen for all time.
On Venus I would fall in love,
Wash my hair in the Milky Way,
And ride upon a shooting star,
As among the stars I play.
By ® Debra Shiveley Welch 2011
Tender blades thrust
Through spring soaked soil.
A tip of gold,
Bright with promise,
A newborn sun.
The sweet fragrance
Of life reborn
Sends a promise
Of another spring.
©Debra Shriveley Welch
You have given me the job I
never weary of,
The name I will never change, nor give to another.
You have made me the person I wish to be
You have made me...Mother.
For you have brought more joy then I knew existed.
You have filled my heart with song.
You have brought me to the one place
Where I know I belong.
©2007 Debra Shiveley Welch;
Excerpt from Son of My Soul – The Adoption of
Bright ribbons and mistletoe,
Stockings filled with candies
Stretch out in a cheery row.
Sparkling tinsel on a tree,
Lights in green, red and blue,
A gently drifting snowfall,
Making every thing look new.
Shared smiles and merriment,
Smells of succulent, roasting goose,
These are the memories I carry –
Treasures I never want to lose.
© Debra 2009
as Debra Shiveley Welch
The earth exhales in gratitude at the hope of
flowers in bloom herald the arrival of Spring.
Youth rejoices as the air warms with the scent of
and glorious tulips side-by-side like lovers
Birds trill their joyous song, hungry mouths
stretched toward the sky,
as Robin and Jay and Sparrow, renew the promise of
the season with new life.
Those of us who remember yesterday and yesterday
and yesterday more,
stand and stretch and warm our bones beneath
Spring’s rejuvenating rays,
And once again our hearts lift up in thankful
For another Spring is ours.
©Debra ShiveleyWelch 2009
Sphagnum-scented, bright green
Thrusting upward through dark, moist moss.
Golden crown and rosy trumpet
Iridescent in Spring’s shimmering sunlight.
Breathe now of delicious perfume
As sweet as a newborn’s scent,
And glory in the silken softness of newly opened
Merribuck ©2009 Debra Shiveley Welch
I awaken to the sounds
Of birds and ducks and geese.
A mist stands above the lake
Like a bridal veil.
I descend the wooden stairs
Greeted with sweet meow.
Ancient dog follows slowly
Pets will follow soon.
The smell of fragrant coffee…
Fried eggs, bacon and toast
Stay safe, my Sweet Love, today.
Husband leaves for work.
A bathroom radio blares.
Teenage voice raised in song.
The child gambols down the stairs.
My beloved son.
© Merribuck aka Debra Shiveley Welch 2009
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