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My latest book is complete and here comes Spring!

Hello everyone! I’m very happy that winter on its way out. My daughter Julie and I watched the lovely sunset the other night.

My newest book “Personolly Yours Too” is complete, and I am looking for a publisher. For this book, I dressed and made outfits for 61 dolls in this book! It’s been fun. Make sure you follow me on my website and on Facebook if you would like to be alerted when my book is available for purchase.

My next project will be planting spring flowers.

During this cold weather I have been amusing myself with reading, poetry, music and watching some classic TV programs, like my favorite Mr. Ed, The littlest Hobo, The Honeymooners and green acres.

I would love to hear how you are doing.

Love as always, Imelda and her butterflies. 🦋🦋🦋

Beautiful Minnesota Winter Reflection Snowy Lake Pine Forest
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A Carpenter’s carpenter

A Carpenter’s carpenter

Hearts hurt this mourning, echoes quiet grief

For a husband-father slipped beyond autumn’s leaf

Into winter’s winds so harsh, who can bear the pains?

Yesterday his nearness felt today only his remains.

Remember love like it was, unbroken   circles knew

Life’s smoothness for time as it was, he and you

Recall family’s happiness given each a measure

A Carpenter of Scripture cradles a carpenter your treasure.

Poem written October 1986

For my friend June and her family in the loss of their grown son



A Memorial of Kathleen Dickinson



Earth has music to those who will listen

Magic sounds make musical memories

Sounds of a Sister vault into family vision

Captures her warmth in late Summer’s breeze

Kathleen waves to America’s flag flying

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Haiku Reflections



In the bay fields expanse complete lake’s glimmered glance

Quiet lovers withdraw in solitude entrusting lake’s cleansing mood

Her tears drop into soft sea taking dreams noiselessly

Waterfalls haste below to autumn’s crisp ember glow

Autumn moon, subdued to me deep in clouds, winks on silver sea

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Aid beyond Terror’s fear

Meet Talent, with her Gift

Unique are They



Wisdom suggests


Across Your path

In Counsel darts


And the



Poem by Imelda Dickinson,




Decorated dancing bar for five year olds

Staged premiere audition

One smallest ballerina features capered recognition

Excited, spirit bubbling, her Dad knows her role

Pretending to be a make-believe, golden oriole

Slim legs lace hose of tan, trimmed body feathered things

Closed curtain splits! Mom proudly sits

As her daughter’s dainty feet grown visionary wings!

Poem by Imelda Dickinson









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You’d never guess

What I really like

It’s red and shiny

My new red bike

It does just what

I make it do

Just watch and see

You’ll enjoy it too

When I can go

On a long, dirt path

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Pink patches of clustered clouds hanging

On tree tops shadowed at dawn

Match puff pillows patrolling expecting

Sunrise’s splendor to look upon

Blue azure sky in heaven yawns

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Dachshund drawn by Bradley Saint George

One day I left home of my doghood, taken to a woods real from my dreams

By a person not my mistress, having a cat falling apart at her seams!

I sniffed for a long time for familiar odors of family beloved taken from me

Soon I lay on a new blanket provided by this lady who was kind as could be!

We’d run by roadways together. Smelling, snorting in Continue reading

“To a Friend” a poem of appreciation

to a friend
TO A FRIEND, in appreciation

Your mixed spray of flowers lifted me at a time when spirits were low

Pastel beauteous petals extend out like a friend’s hands extend to know

Rosebud fragrance scent my office space. Once celestial Hands did form Continue reading

ANGELINA, little Teacher

ANGELINA, little Teacher

young bronze girl poemI entered Grande parlour of elegance where is placed bronze statue unique

Beside wide patio glass-paneled doors. “Shipped from Italy,” her Owner’s critique

Stepping closer, my curious nature sees child’s form, perhaps five, plus one

Clad poor, feet bare, head downcast. Continue reading

Barefoot on the Beach


Billowed, vast ocean, immeasurable seashore sand

Whispers beloved couple’s big dreams wondrously grand

Visions held in their hearts shared alone with God Continue reading



Dawn’s mist fogs street silent alongside young maple tree

Shopping for approaching fall colors stationary marketing facsimile

Tweed gold filigree in earth tones weaves laced crimson colored leaf Continue reading

Poem about loss of a child.


I wrote this poem to my Niece Mary and her husband Scott about the loss of their newborn son.


If visions open vaults to see

Beyond Life to Eternity

Then, one small Stranger to you sent

Will always be a cherishment Continue reading

“Summer Surprise”


sunny beach walk

One lazy summer’s day, sunny Florida way

Sandy beach shores beckon me

Magnetized, my eyes see her mesmerized

By Creation’s Genius you’ll agree Continue reading




Whispering in my conscience, faithful fiend to me

Discerns deceptions frock so false,,  truth’s narrow systole

Chief counsel companion, divine design to mind

Speaks infinite wisdom, forewarns falsehood blind Continue reading



On a day dreaming a day upon my soul

My mind reflects quietly thoughts to console

Faint I heard a whisper murmuring to me

Tapping my mind’s window, wanting to be free

Opening shutters, there I see my child so wee!

Imelda smiling at Myself covered with curiosity

She skipped with imagination, jumped with fantasy

Reaches her hand for mine, I felt ecstasy!

We danced round castles crystal to sit upon

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“A Spirit Visited” poem about loss of son.

imageA Spirit Visited

Sad, dark paths sorrow leads

Where sorrow was not known

As death’s angel veiled takes away

A son, your very own

Years twenty given both of you

As parents this youth tender

Memories left now fill vaulted void

Cherish them. Remember.

Though sands of life were few

His prints are left behind

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Here’s a beautiful poem by Terri Foss, of Washburn, WI.

Where can I find the words to heal the sadness and the pain that has touched your heart.

When words are not enough to say, my heart will speak in many ways. I believe our lives are as God intended them to be.

Although we don’t understand his ways when times feel so unfair, try to remember God will always be there.

All your loved ones from above will guide you with their love. For someday you will see together you all will be.

Terri Foss




A man’s daughter had asked the local minister
To come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived,
He found the man lying in bed with his head
Propped up on two pillows. image

An empty chair sat beside his bed.
The minister assumed that the old fellow
Had been informed of his visit.
“I guess you were expecting me, he said.

‘No, who are you?” said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
” I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew
I was going to show up.”

“Oh yeah, the chair,” said the bedridden man.
Would you mind closing the door?”
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
“I have never told anyone this,
Not even my daughter,” said the man.

“But all of my life I have never
Known how to pray
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head.”

I abandoned any attempt at prayer,”
The old man continued, “
Until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, “Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter
Of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest.
“Sit down in a chair;
Place an empty chair in front of you,
And in faith, see Jesus on the chair.

It’s not spooky because He promised,
‘I will be with you always’.
“Then just speak to him in the same way
You’re doing with me right now.”

“So, I tried it and I’ve liked it so much
That I do it a couple of hours every day.
I’m careful though. If my daughter saw me talking
To an empty chair, she’d either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.”
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey.
Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil,
And returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called
To tell the minister that her daddy
Had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?” he asked.

Yes, when I left the house about two o’clock,
He called me over to his bedside,
Told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later,
I found him .

But there was something strange about his death. Apparently, just before Daddy died,
He Leaned over and rested his head on the chair
beside the bed. What do you make of that?”

The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,
“I wish we could all go like that.”

Prayer is one of the best free gifts we give and receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU…
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.

God bless you my friends and may you pass in peace, into the next life, when your time has come.

Written by: unknown

I’m nobody, who are you?

I’m nobody, who are you?
Are you nobody too?
There’s a pair of us, don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!


imageThis is probably one of Emily Dickinson’s most famous poems. Knowing how tiny her life was you would think she wouldn’t have any “famous poems.” Emily’s style was what made her famous. She was a good observer. She wrote about tiny things you wouldn’t ordinarily notice. She had an interesting point of view. Her devices were similes and metaphors. She tended to favor them a little bit more. In this poem, she used similes. Like ” How public like a frog.” What I like about this poem is pretty much the idea. The idea of this poem sounds like a poem to cheer you up when you feel all alone so that you could know someone else is there in the same situation as you to defeat that loneliness. I observed she almost always in her poems uses “I.” instead of “he,she, or it .” My opinion of Emily’s poems is that they are very soothing. What we can all remember about her poetry is her “tiny” style.

I died for beauty, but was scarce. A poem by Emily Dickinson.

I diimageed for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,–the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.


And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms.
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

-Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

image We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then ’tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.

Emily Dickinson left several versions of this poem.
This is the way it appeared in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Thomas H. Johnson.  Regrettably, many early editors of Dickinson’s poems dropped the fourth stanza.  The above poem includes the sometimes missing 4th stanza.