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The Signature’s Scroll

**Published by Perspectives Magazine in 2009.**

by: Rebecca Taylor

I’m the scrawling signature that belongs to Nora Timmons. Without me, her letters and correspondence would be left unfinished. I am unique and am the finishing touch added to all the work that Nora does at the studio where she works as an assistant to the art director and where one of her paintings is occasionally displayed. Nora’s smooth hands hold a pen or paint brush expertly to create a written or visual message and then I step in and allow myself to swish across the page or canvas to brand her work. I love the way I am able to blend in with the colourful designs Nora makes on her canvases, her artistic style helps me be creative too, lately I’ve been making the ‘s’ at the end of Timmons swirl. Sometimes when the mood is just right, I feel like I am dancing across her work and the ink or paint are my footprints.

When Nora picks up a pen or paintbrush, I get excited knowing that I will probably be needed. The feeling of the pen’s nib on the paper sending me sprawling on the page is a magical feeling. I am a sensory creature, and I know the difference between quality and draft work. Whenever Nora is putting the final additions on her paintings, she uses a soft skinny brush that makes me feel wonderful; this brush is like a favourite friend that you have not seen for a while but long to be with. When Nora is planning where to hide me amidst her designs, she uses a scratchy pencil, which she has sharpened to be extremely pointy, it pokes and prods me until Nora is contented with my position. This is sometimes difficult to experience but the smile on her face looking down at me makes it all worth it. Even the paper or canvases she uses make a huge difference to my mood. The letterhead from the gallery is thick and feels silky; laying myself across it is like crawling on a cloud, while Nora’s notepad is made from recycled material. It is environmentally friendly, yet not very comfortable. I keep reminding myself about the importance of the world around me; I know that sometimes I need to make concessions in order to allow more generations of signatures a life that is as amazing as mine.

Because Nora lives a very active life, I am never without work, I am with her everywhere she goes; I am part of her identity. On her artwork, I am everlasting, her paintings will be around forever, even once she is gone, and I am just a memory branding her work. Sometimes documents that Nora has worked on go through the shredder once they are no longer needed, at first it hurt to see myself being torn to bits in that roaring machine, but I know that she is just doing it to protect me, so that no one tries to take me from her and complicate our lives.

While I hope to have many more wonderful years with Nora, I sometimes wonder about the end. Her paintings and many of the programs she has helped put in place at the gallery will be part of her legacy and I will be there on her artwork, living on forever, but once she has left this earth, my work will be done. A signature is something very special; it cannot be transferred from person to person. It is truly unique. It makes me happy to know that I am so valuable to Nora, but I am still coming to terms with the understanding of the circle of life.

In the years to come I hope to be there through many events in Nora’s life, like helping her sign her marriage certificate should she meet the right person. I will also get to sign when Nora gets her first house, applies for the birth certificates for her children, or gets passports for a family holiday. I am at the center of Nora’s life, and even though I don’t think she thinks about it very often as signatures are often taken fore granted, I know that she is satisfied with the work I do and respects me for it, and this makes me love my life.


Love As

by: Rebecca Taylor

Love as new and fragile as a baby bird
Emotions as overpowering as a fireworks display
Hands joined together as a symbol of commitment
Hearts beating quick as an Olympic racer’s footsteps
Joy as overwhelming as seeing a newborn for the first time
Life’s beauty as evident as a glorious rainbow after a storm
Sound of voices happy as experiencing rain after a drought
Sharing mundane moments stunning as experiencing medallic triumphs

The Gift

by: Rebecca Taylor

**Published by Praise Writers in 2014**

God sends special people to make the sun shine brighter.
Steadfast love blossoms like a floral bouquet
and stays fragrant year round.

Gifts hide in life’s tests–
millions of tiny blessings wait to be discovered.

Gods sends special people to brighten our lives
and extend bouquets of love in numerous ways.
Look upward and praise God.

Game of Life

by: Rebecca Taylor

You won’t believe you can do it until you try

The best things don’t come easy

Sometimes we stay in one place

Fear of what could be next holding us there

We’re without wings and aren’t meant to fly

Doesn’t mean an airplane wasn’t invented

There’s always a way to push us to new heights

The best parts of our lives could go undiscovered

Unless we gather our courage in hand

And take a chance that pushes us forward

Are we meant to do certain things

Sometimes opportunities appear out of nowhere

But sometimes we must chase after them

Undiscovered paths meant to be walked on

That’s the game of life.


by: Rebecca Taylor

Life fragile as delicate glass

People rush in busyness

Regrets piled high

Words unsaid like mountains unclimbed

Pain of apologies not given

As life slipped from earth

Slammed doors cloud memories

Forever too long to wait for another chance.



by: Rebecca Taylor

Our lives are like a detour

You went one way and I went the other

Now we wonder at what if

If we had chosen the same path

Would it have been the right choice?

If we had switched roads

Where would we be now?

Is there a reason we are where we are?

Will the road of life do a U-Turn someday?

So the other path can have its say.

Mixed Emotions

by: Rebecca Taylor

A heart as mixed up as a stirred batch of chocolate chip cookies

Yet at the same time as happy as the sun smiling down

The dread of night fills the soul like a frightened animal

Something feels strange as a cat having puppies might

Life as confusing as a capsizing boat

Yet moments of clarity are visible through the rain drenching clouds

Sometimes it feels like walking in a bubble through a fog

And other times the answer is as clear as a crystal vase

Life throws mixed emotions at all like a bowling ball hurtling down a lane.

Nothing to do but enjoy the game of life.

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