Sunday, June 15, 2014

Hold My Hand to Your Heart

This year for Father's Day, Michael won't be home since he's deployed. After looking at Pinterest for Father's Day ideas, I came across this post that talks about sending your child's hand print with a poem to the deployed parent. I really liked this idea, and my daughter loves to make hand prints, so I got out some paint and colored her hand green (she loves paint too). Then I made her hand print on card stock. I wrote my own poem and put it on the back of her hand print. Once everything was dry, I just laminated it and put it in an envelope with another painting she did for her daddy for Father's Day. We made this project early so we'd have time to mail it out and get it to him by Father's Day.






















Hold My Hand to Your Heart
By Candace Shultz

For just a little while
We have to live apart.
So whenever you miss me,
Just hold my hand to your heart.
Imagine that we're hugging.
Imagine that I say,
“Daddy, I love you.
Have a good day!”


Lilia's painting

On actual Father's Day, I took a bunch of pictures of my daughter and made a collage. I know her Daddy loves it. We did a few other crafts too to celebrate Father's Day. 

Happy Father's Day!

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Wishing You Were Home

On Friday, May 23, Cassandra Miller prompted the Facebook poetry group No Direction Home to write a poem that involves the word moon, whether the poem is about the moon or the word just appears briefly in the poem. I wrote the following poem in response to that prompt.

Wishing You Were Home
By Candace Shultz

I look out my window and gaze at the moon.
An ache in my heart, your picture in my hand,
I think about you in that land of sand.
Are you looking at the same bright stars?
Are you thinking about me as I think of you?
Do you miss my kisses, hugs so tight,
Making love under mask of night?
Do you look at my picture
And wish that you were here?
Because I sure do wish that you were near.

I look down at your picture
And gaze into your blue-gray eyes,
Trying my best not to cry.
I trace my finger across your lips,
Counting down the days until our next kiss.
And though I know we'll be okay,
I still wish we could skip to the day
You'll step off of the plane and into my sight.
Our eyes will meet. Our hearts will race.
We'll finally come face to face.
A hug and a kiss. No longer alone.
A thank you to God that you're finally home.