Learning to soar above life's storms
I have enjoyed writing since I was in primary school. I first took a particular interest in poetry, penning rhyme and freeform verse as well as journalling in my teens and twenties. I enjoy being out in nature, singing, cooking and gardening, playing piano and small craft projects. In this season where I have a small child, there isn’t a whole lot of time for writing, but I am working towards a published work one day.
Rallying around me-
Beautiful thoughtful hearts;
Making meals, delivering them
Support right from the start.
Feet up with a purpose-
Healing on its way;
Having to lay down normalcy
And have a slower day.
Beauty in the waiting-
Noticing how they care;
Learning to value little things
And slowly more aware-
That not everything must rest on my shoulders;
A village surrounds me;
It’s a joy for others to ease my load-
It’s where they want to be.
©️ M.Patterson 28.2.26
A regretful argument;
All swords drawn-
Scars busted open;
Bitterness born-
Children pleading,
” Make it stop!”-
Words unspoken;
Morale- drop
Pleasant words
Now put to bed;
Habit now to
Hurt instead-
Reflection needed;
Time alone-
Years to process
On my own.
Hellish nights,
I can’t see through;
Then I recall,
He is the glue-
Time in the Word
So swiftly spoken-
Counteracts lies
That left me broken-
Rising up,
I cross the room;
Trusting that
He’ll weave His loom;
Not my story,
Lest I forget-
He’s not finished
With us yet.
©️ 22.1.26 M. Patterson
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Love Is a Daily Choice
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I’m sitting here watching many videos of James Van Der Beek. At first, when I read the news, I couldn’t bear to see photos of him unwell. I wanted to fix the youthful, strong and energetic version of him in my mind. As I read more about his life and his love of his wife and kids, and coming to terms with what he was when all was stripped away, I found myself gaining courage to watch videos of him speaking. The hope and gratitude he had was so beautiful. It was inspiring. I encourage you to watch his 48th birthday message. It reminded me of my dad and the message he so desperately needed me to hear; I am loved. I have a purpose- a unique one- just for me.
Thankyou for the wonderful acting and hours of entertainment you gave us James. Most of all, I am grateful that you knew and you shared what was most important in life. Even though you were brave, your family will be shattered. Your kids will wish they can go to sleep and find you in their dreams or wake up to find that your illness was a bad dream. May the Lord hold them ever so tightly. May your kids not grow up with bitterness, but rather, may they see the beauty you found in the opportunity to live life to the full.
Heartbroken, we let you go, and the era you reminded us of, but we also will remember the courage with which you lived through pain and walked forward to the finish line.
Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;
Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;
Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-
Distant boats trace the horizon.
My vantage point is limited to view of water;
Metal rail a reminder of separation;
Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-
Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.
My busy day not ended, and yet,
This picture of freedom etched in my mind,
Carries me homeward, resolute –
I will step into the water next time.
©️ M.Patterson 6.2.26
Weeks of waiting, pleading for
A water soaking time outdoors-
Bunch of Balloons filled with ease;
Toddler drops them from the knees.
Confetti of broken balloons strewn about;
Smiles we cannot do without-
Squeals of delight as buckets drench backs;
Feet slomp slomp and balloons go “splat”.
Hoses soak and sprinklers cool;
Children splash water from wading pool-
An hour or more passes, it’s time to go in;
It matters not if there was a “win”-
Truly the aim was for laughter and fun;
Today brought smiles to everyone!
©️ M.Patterson 26.1.26
Sitting here
Staring at Lake King,
Grateful for the breeze
Tickling my face
And the red flag flapping
The whir of the engine
Laughing, playing, children
The bee that didn’t sting me
And the seals that frolicked.
Time to relax;
Away from children clamouring
Remembering my childhood
And my love of the water
Snapping pictures like Dad,
Surrounded by marine life
I vow to do this again
Before time slips away.
© M. Patterson 21.1.2026
Pain turned to missing-
And missing turned to hope;
Forgiveness flowed with stories shared
Of memories long ago.
The door no longer bolted;
A window now stays open;
Melodies fill the soul-
As Winter melts away.
Smiles and hearts aglow;
Never looking back;
Connection at the core-
Pretence not invited.
Hope unfolds its petals;
Perfume of friendship true;
Appreciating the little things-
There’s hope in missing you.
©️ M. Patterson 18.1.2026
She hath wings 
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