CURE for COVID 19 by Julianna Rowe

CURE for COVID 19:

I heard this inside my mind and wished to share:

The rivers run smooth sometimes and the valleys are fresh with knowledge and warmth from the wisdom of the sun. Then there are times when the rivers swell and the banks overflow and the valleys fill with dredge and shadows of darkness. Pain evolves forever from these times, but the Sun always shines again. The wisdom will come through and the knowledge will be everlasting. So which do you take? The darkness or the light? The fear or the warmth of the sun? Shine! Like the glow of a million stars. Rise above the valley of the storms, not caught up in them. 💜

from the mind of: Diane Ogden psuedo: Julianna Rowe

Dear Mother, In case the COVID19......

Dear Mother,                

Thank you for calling me and wishing me well and for the beautiful flowers before my surgery last year.  I hope neither of us will be in the hospital with CORVID19 when you receive this.  I want you to know I remember all the wonderful things you did for me when I was growing up.  The Easter cakes you would make that looked like a Bunny nest. I loved the coconut and jelly been eggs.  All the yeast breads you baked from the Betty Crocker Cook book (I still have.)  The Christmas’s….the popcorn and berries I really didn’t like stringing.  Hated the tinsel by the way. The canned HAM metal opening “key twists” that hung from the tree.  The construction paper rings we glued into long garlands.  The stories you read us at bedtime from the big red book collection. The Pied Piper. The Shoemaker.  The Kings Coat. And many more.   The plaster molds you made and let me paint.  The time you stayed up all night making me a dress for the Homecoming Dance.  The time you fell while you were pregnant and unconscious….I put my cowgirl hat on you trying to help you,  I remember that, I was only 4.  The birthday parties, confirmation, holidays, parties at Nana and Grandad’s.  Trips I hated due to car sickness. Swimming lessons I just couldn’t seem to master. I remember going with you to the Quisling Clinic off Wisconsin Aveue when you were pregnant, I was about 4. 

I couldn’t climb up onto the huge Navy-blue leather chairs I was so small.   Making Valentines for school parties.  Cupcakes.  Going to Woolworth's on the square.  And those awful Toni perms.  The operation on the birthmark on the side of my face at age eleven, worst headache I ever had.  My Dad crying when his mother passed away and there wasn’t enough money for him to fly back to her funeral.  Leaving my dog “Toucher” behind when we moved.  Our neighbors Billy and John.  Moving back to Wisconsin.  Anyway …. There is a lot more I remember and I want to thank you for bringing me into this world.  I have five beautiful children I adore.  They are all good people and I am proud of each of them.  You take care. I’m sorry you are all alone and cant remember any of this anymore.... 

Are We One? .................property of Julianna Rowe

                                    Are We One?
It is dark, as it is light.
Grim shadows, leaping about....
Dandelions smiling in their play,
Like that of a kite in flight.
The dark withered trees before me,
Hollow of wisdom betrayed.
The sun shines as nature matures without us....
On its expedition of life,
And its never ending process no matter a virus.
Rain falls silently as you can still hear the
   Breaking of twigs that surround you on your lonely walk.
As you wain in from the isolated trail,
In sound of mind leading to know where...
The creek flows gently as it still maintains its
   Trinkling sound that can bring you peace from
   It's surrounding hello's.
As you become dismayed, and begin to wonder
   What is really happening....You realize that....
The world as you knew it is ending and  we
    Are no longer one,  together, mixed, for someone
    Else's convenience.  Who?  Who did this?
God?
The Government?
No matter.... it is done

Property of Julianna Rowe

Comes the Dawn by Julianna Rowe

             “Comes the Dawn”

After a while you learn the subtle difference

between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,

And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts,

And presents aren’t promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open.

With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.

And you learn to build all your roads on today

Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way of falling down at midnight. 

After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So, you plant you own garden and decorate.

Your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure.

That you really are strong.

And you really do have worth –

And with every good-bye you learn. 

        Julianna Rowe
         (copied from unknown girlfriend  in my son’s paperwork) 2001