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Oceans of Memories

We all know grief. We have all lost someone dear to us. They say death is a part of life. Idk about that. I can tell you I don’t like it. I don’t like losing people. Yes, I know if they are saved they go to Heaven and dance with Jesus. But we are still here. And some days I really miss them.

Here are the lyrics to one of my new songs I am working on.

 But the Comforter (Counselor, Helper, Intercessor, Advocate, Strengthener, Standby), the Holy Spirit, Whom the Father will send in My name [in My place, to represent Me and act on My behalf], He will teach you all things. And He will cause you to recall (will remind you of, bring to your remembrance) everything I have told you. – John 14:26 AMP

Ocean of Memories

Copyright 2015 Diana Rasmussen

In the middle of the room sat a hospital bed
silver side rails held her in while lifting her head
I grabbed the black remote control
Raised her up once more to hold her close

She was trapped in a body that just wouldn’t move
Yet I could see her inside, Her spirit you cannot hide

Oceans of Memories flooded her mind
She looked at me without speaking a word
One blink for yes, Two blinks for no
I squeezed her hand and said, “I know”

I’m glad Mama was home at the time of her life’s end
Those last days were hard for my mother and my friend
Can I just hit the rewind?
Back to a time without that hospital bed

Im trapped in a body that just won’t move
You can see me inside, Your Spirit you cannot hide

Oceans of memories flooding my mind
God look at me without saying a word
One blink for yes, Two blinks for no
Lord squeeze my hand and tell me, “I know”

Waves of love and waves of grief
Holy Spirit comfort me through this time
Oceans of memories flowing like tides

Oceans of memories flooding my mind
God look at me without saying a word
One blink for yes, Two blinks for no
Lord squeeze my hand and tell me, “I know”

(Image Credits – Pinterest)

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Pine Cones, Rusty Bells, Broken Snowmen, and One Antler Reindeer

Pine cones, Rusty bells, broken snowmen, and one antler reindeer – what? Oh, the lessons we learn along the way. Let me share a story with you.  This year was the first time in the past 3 years we got a real Christmas tree.  Last year I thought I would be ‘special’ and bought a Holly Bush. It died, and man those thorns are sharp, lol! And the years before I think we used my daughters fiber optic mini tree. At that time we had cats and didn’t want to fight the battle with climbing kitties. So for the last three years we have been using some of the shatterproof plastic ornaments.  This year was different.

We moved and had to get rid of the cats. Sad, but true. Anyway, we got a real tree. So Ms. D took out the real ornaments – the glass ones that had been packed away for 4 years. I can’t believe I found the box!  The other night the kids and I were decorating the tree while Bob made his famous Spaghetti sauce.  I did the lights and pearls – and let the kids put the ornaments on.  We still have 2 High School children at home. As they took out and hung the ornaments I took one of those ‘Mom Moments’ to sit back and watch and listen.  I realize I only have 3 more years until they are out of the house and on their own. So we moms hold onto these times and cherish them in our hearts.

I thought it would be the ‘pretty’ ornaments that they would remember. But no – it was the ones that were ‘less than perfect’ that they remembered and talked about.

The Rusty Bell – from Elementary School when all the kids got to watch “Polar Express” at school. I was working at the kids school that year as we started our family over again that year. Me and the kids out on our own.

The One Legged Snowman and One Antlered Reindeer – That was bought from a gas station for $1.  I couldn’t afford a pricey ornament that year. It was a last minute thing on Dec 24th and I gave it to them at the gas pump – no wrapping required.

 

The Pine Cone – “Ornaments on a budget” as my son said. But they remember these ones. Through the trials, through the tribulations, lives the memory of love – no matter what the cost.

 

My life lessons learned that night:

 

  1. Remember the simple things – they last.

  2. Just because it’s broken doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter.

  3. Cherish the moments. Hold these things in your heart.

“Mary kept all these things to herself, holding them dear, deep within herself.” (Luke 2:19 MSG)

 

 

Country Corner

Tomorrow is my dad’s birthday, got me reminiscing about growing up on the farm. I sure had fun. Horses and chickens and cats and dogs and lots more stuff. Here is a song I am working on with my friend Frank Radice from Danbury, Conneticut. Most of the lyrics are things I remember from our farm.

 

COUNTRY CORNER

2014 Music and Lyrics by Frank Radice and Diana Rasmussen

Red plaid flannel shirts and blue denim jeans
machine shed and parts, fathers with log splitters
horses and chickens, puppies and kittens
cows in the barn and huge weeping willows

baby chickens in the kitchen, dinner on the stove
acres of fence and moms picking up kids
flowers and pink lemonade in glass pitchers
homegrown veggies, beef and moonshine liquor

She stands in Country Corner, smilin’ wide and bright
She drives an Old Chevy cuz that’s what she likes
And the city will never bring her down
she’ll stand in Country Corner cuz
she’s part gun powder and lead

tractors driving down the middle of the street
old pick up trucks, rolling stops on the roads
yellow school buses and dogs chasing cars
lots of old farmhouses with big red barns

big wrap around porches, hanging swings
lilac bushes outside big bay windows
corn fields planted in straight pretty rows
fields of oats and hay, a garden that grows

She stands in Country Corner, smilin’ wide and bright
She drives an Old Chevy cuz that’s what she likes
And the city will never bring her down
she’ll stand in Country Corner cuz
she’s part gun powder and lead

Sweet as sugar, hard as ice
Hurt her once, she’ll shoot you twice

She stands in Country Corner, smilin’ wide and bright
She drives an Old Chevy cuz that’s what she likes
And the city will never bring her down
she’ll stand in Country Corner cuz
she’s part gun powder and lead

I Will Remember You

I Will Remember You

by Sarah McLachlan

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I’m so tired but I can’t sleep
Standin’ on the edge of something much
too deep
It’s funny how we feel so much but we
cannot say a word
Though we are screaming inside oh
We can’t be heard

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I’m so afraid to love you, but more afraid to
lose
Clinging to a past that doesn’t let me
choose
But once there was a darkness, deep and
endless night
You gave me everything you had, oh you
gave me light

And I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

I will remember you
Will you remember me?
Don’t let your life pass you by
Weep not for the memories

 

Skip Rocks

Skip Rocks. Have you ever done that? What a great way to relax and reflect.  Funny the things we remember from growing up.  I used to do this as a kid at our old farmhouse. Here is a new song I am working on. 

 

Skip Rocks

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

When she 12 he walked her home
Her first kiss was at her street’s dead end
the next day he said he had a new friend
Trampled underfoot like cobblestone

When she was 16 she went to the prom
Flowers in her hair and blue satin gown
Limousine, dinner, out on the town
Sparkling gemstone in a masterpiece

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 22 she finished college
Money and cars and a new boyfriend
got busy with beer, a brand new career
tied the knot, but she missed her old spot

When she was 30 she had her first child
beautiful daughter, hair and eyes of brown
Skyscrapers and concrete all around
Suburban life of a city wife

She took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
She went down to the creek – to skip rocks

When she was 40 her parents passed away
died in their sleep, went to Heaven that day
She took her daughter back to the farm
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

They took off her shoes, walked in the grass
Picked up stones along the way
Black was for fear, gray was for tears
They went down to the creek – to skip rocks

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Amethyst Shards

Amethyst Shards

©2013 Diana Rasmussen

from http://www.zedge.net

She carries her secrets
around in a box
hides them in darkness
keeps them locked

shoves the box
under her bed
some things are never
meant to be said

She lost the key
to her heart long ago
trys to stay sane
and be in control

burys her memories
stuffs all her pain
hoping they’ll never
come up again

in the depths of her heart
are Amethyst shards
falling down like
houses of cards

fragments of herself
lost in darkness
rattling around like
skeletons in
the closet