Welcoming the Fall

My favorite time of year is the Fall or Autumn as some prefer to call it. Maybe this goes back to spending most of my life living in New England where "Leaf Peepers" are a sure sign that the leaves are begining to turn their vibrant colors of Red and Gold and every shade in between.

Maybe I love the Fall because it means that November will soon be here with special birthdays to remember, mine being one of them. LOL Or that Thanksgiving is just around the corner...another favorite of mine.

Here is a little something that I wrote a few years ago:

What Thanksgiving Means

By Dottie Theriault

A nip is in the air and trees are looking bare But fallen leaves are clinging to the children's coats, sweaters and hair
As playfully they run through the yard and everywhere
Before the winters snow turns the scene once again
To sleds and slides and snow angels here and there.
Gathering family and friends inside, we open wide the doors.
And scents bring back the memories of gathering in years before.
Remember the plump roasted turkey, so golden brown it glowed
And how we each held our breath that it wouldn't hit the floor
As lifted from the pan with juices overflowed.
The smell of cinnamon and sage intermingled and entwined
To give us tasty morsels of stuffing and of pie.
Yes, all these memories of senses help to store
The precious gifts we hold on to from this day evermore.
But what is more important?
Is it the turkey or the pie?
No, it's the gathering of our family and friends
And perhaps sharing with a passer by..
Being Truly Thankful for the Love that surrounds us this Fall,
For it is a gift from Heaven
from our Lord God, above All!

© October 22, 2001 Dottie Austin Theriault

Ten Tiny Fingers and Toes

Ten Tiny Fingers and Toes

A little bit of heaven sent down for me to love.

You were the most beautiful baby a mother could have.

Your soft brown ringlets circling 'round your head.

And such beautiful brown eyes told me you had a bright future ahead.

Ten tiny fingers and toes were ever so sweet,

I can see them ere yet when my memories repeat.

You were my Angel to love and to nurture I knew

But how quickly time passed and you suddenly grew.

Now a fine young woman with your Angel loves you dream

With ten tiny fingers and toes that you have on your team.

How I wish I could go back to those days long ago.

How much I have missed but, how could I have known?

The days pass much to quickly and you're suddenly grown.

Copyright ©2001 Dottie Theriault

Memories Of You, Mother

I remember everything about you,

your voice, your smile, your touch,

the way you walked, the way you talked,

the way you looked at me, meant so much.

I remember all the words you said to me,

some funny, some kind, some wise,

all of the things you did for me,

I see now with different eyes.

I remember every moment we shared,

seems like only yesterday,

or even many years before,

it's really hard to say.

You are gone from me now,

but one thing forever will stay,

your memory resides inside my heart,

and lights up my darkest day.

Your suffering is over, you can rest in peace,
awaiting the call of our Lord.
What a glorious day when we are reunited,
you will rise and be restored.

Dottie Austin Theriault - September 2, 2006

Mother rested from her earthly labors August 30, 2006

One week exactly after her 65 Wedding Anniversaey.

I miss you so much Mother

Instant Friends

Instant Friends

Not flash frozen or out of a box,
Not a cookie cutter copy at all
But, once you meet them
In a instant
You just know that this is one of a kind.

Instant Friends are the kind you just know
Will be your buddy forever and your friendship will only grow.
Call it chemistry or charisma or just pure fate
But once you meet them you just know you relate.

It’s like you’ve been down this road once before
You know their thoughts before they open the door
Of their hearts and minds and souls to you
And there’s nothing you don’t share or enjoy to do.

You share each others joys and tears
And know, you'll remain friends for years and years.
Its' almost as if it was always meant to be
This precious friend you would one day see.

You tease and console as only good friends can do
But you know in a pinch that she'd be there for you.
So I just want to thank you God, for putting her in my life
And I pray to be that kind of friend through happiness or strife.

by Dottie Austin Theriault © June, 2000