Stories from my little corner of the world, the South. Some are from the present, some from the past...but all are from my heart.

They reflect my thoughts and views, my musing about the world, and each carries with it a bit of my heart
and soul.

Thursday, February 14, 2013


I give you my heart
made of paper and ribbon
of glue, sequins and crayons,
all held together with childish love.
I made it all by myself
see how it sparkles,
look what I wrote inside
with my big red pencil
just for you.

I give you my heart
soft and tender
with the wonder of new love.
I've never felt this way before,
as if you could see it beating
right beneath my blouse
each time I see you.
It scares me so to feel this way,
please don't break it.

I give you my heart
and my hand in marriage
to have and to hold
till death do us part.
You are my soul mate,
my one true love.
I knew it from the start
from the way my heart fluttered
as the very thought of you.

I give you my heart
it rests there in your tiny hand.
I realize that from now on
a part of my heart
will always walk outside myself
with you, my child.
I know a love now
unlike any other,
and I feel blessed.

I give you my heart
for I need it no longer.
I am free now from this body,
free from the pains and troubles
of this earthly world.
Thank you, dear Spirit
for loaning me this heart
for without it I would never
have known the true meaning of Love.

Rose Steedley Williams
©Southernstoryteller~Feb. 2010

Thursday, February 7, 2013

What Lies Beneath

What lies beneath our brain~
That gray matter of thought and reason
the inner sanctum of our humanness
where decisions are molded
and ideas born at random
where creativity hibernates
and aspirations hide
only coming out at night
to dance among our dreams?

What lies beneath our beating hearts
beneath the sheathed muscled epicenter
of emotion where love and lust reside,
sometimes in tandem,
sometimes askew...
this visceral place where
we ache with grief
and love with abandon
where despair is hidden
but hope arises?

What beauty lies within our soul~
it's butterfly wings flapping,
longing for enlightenment
but trapped by convention and society
that ephemeral being we are 
yet daily struggle to remember, 
the whys and hows
of where we came from
and how to find the key
to open the door to inner ourselves.

What lies beneath our outward fa├žade?
The one we show the world even as
it cages our true heart’s desire
doing what is “expected”
rather than what we want.
What lies beneath it all
waiting to be discovered,
recognized, remembered,
and embraced.

That is the true reason we are here...
to unearth what lies beneath.

Rose S. Williams©Southernstoryteller-2013