Another Goodbye

There's a poem in his pocket that he will never see
As I watch here from the outside, trying to believe
He chose to rise to heaven, leaving me behind
He left without much warning, heavy on my mind

Now that Mother's joined him in the home up above

Again I feel the loss, one less kiss, one less hug

Uncle Sonny and Mother should have much to talk about

With the poem in his pocket and her sunflower there's no doubt

She could read him the poem written many years ago
And he could scatter seeds, ease my sense of woe
Though we knew time was passing, often weaker each new day
We thought the possibilities must still be months away

Gathered around her bedside she pleaded "Take me home"
And with a single prayer her wishes were made known
Lord let me leave them
as gently as I can
and give them the courage
strength to understand

Just As I Am

I 💗 America!
Being in a melting pot with so many rich and diverse cultures. I can't imagine living in a country where each person is expected to dress the same, enjoy the same foods, be the same as their neighbor. That just seems so unnatural to be relegated to be just like those around me or in my circle. How would we learn new things? We must forget how much we share and learn from one another. If not for learning, most of us would be where we came from originally or elsewhere. The Native Americans saved us as we immigrated. They taught us how and what to grow, fertilize and when to harvest. How to smoke meat, to navigate and acclimate to the indigenous surroundings. Which plants to eat, what plants would heal and which are toxic. How to tan hides and on and on "Pilgrim". Ever had a cup of coffee or chocolate anything? Came from somewhere right? Most all of us came from somewhere and brought pieces of our traditions with us. Maybe some traditions were started once our families settled in this once new land.

  🗺 🚢

Land of the free and home of the brave. So many have fought for our right to be bound ONLY by our constitution and form of government. Collectively, one by one let's make a determined decision to join the brave and encourage the us in our day to day encounters to be who we are where we are and to explore the world beyond our comfort level. There's a song we sang often in church when I was a very young child. "Just As I Am". Just as I am is how we originally came here. Let's interrupt those speaking to only divide others from the fold. We are us and we are them. Engage in a conversation with someone who is the least like you. You will likely discover some wonderful things. Maybe a new art form or a fabulous recipe.

H. U. G. S. 

(Humans Utilizing Gifts Successfully) 

A Friend Is A Friend (7/15/99)

Being a friend is not a spectator sport
It's laughing and crying, mutual support
It's the ups and the downs, it's shadows and light
It's the person you know that will hold on tight
A friend is a friend and ever will be
A friend is a friend a reflection of me

Sweet Dreams

The lightning streaks down
I don my gown
Then jump under the covers

Through wind and the rain
Calmness regains
As I drift sleep discovers

Sweet dreams of slumber
Rain and thunder
Shaggy dog running to me

Golden butterfly
I don't know why
Both scurrying up a tree

They laugh and they play
Loving their day
Singing and dancing away

Dog and butterfly
Both are thigh high
Twirling as in a ballet

The night it does come
Playtime is done
A kiss and a hug goodnight

I breathe in and out
Tossing about
Wait for sweet dreams to ignite

Jane (My therapist in 198?)

You've watched me go thru ups and downs
But now I'll grow in leaps and bounds
You've made sense of the thoughts in my head
And it's safe with you, the things I've said
You've held my hand wiped tears from my eyes
You've watched me breathe in heavy sighs
You've told me things I never knew
And I feel better because of you

Therapy (from 198?)

I don't think I'm ready for what lies ahead
All those thoughts are spinning around in my head
She's suppose to help me, but I don't know how
Yet I hope it works so I can live in now
I hope it won't hurt me, telling her out loud
I pray she won't lose me somewhere in the crowd
I wish it was over, the things I'll need to say
Then happy after after could begin today

2017

Might have discovered a cure for my morning headaches! Last night Mark and I had to drink last year's bottle of bubbles rather quickly because we had welcomed 2016 from Oklahoma and we never got around to opening it. Then as is tradition we enjoyed a 2017 welcome bottle starting at midnight and had emptied the bottle and rinsed it out before going to bed.

This morning, no headache so, I told Mark we will need to start a two bottles before bed regimen because. . . No headache!!!

Seriously though, everyone please enjoy your black eyed peas, greens or whatever is your way to celebrate the new year. While we all wish for a happy new year we also know some rain must fall. Some events will be expected and some families will have surprises. Not all events will be in line with our prayers or wishes for ourselves or even strangers that we hear or read about.

There will be hard choices, loud voices, gains and losses, new jobs and bosses. Deaths and births, new chapters and verse. Please take every opportunity and do more than just wish everyone a happy new year. Be a kindness and blessing to others. A safe place for those caught in a storm. Help those around you when you are able and ask for help when you need it. Life is hard. Love is kind. Don't be the unopened bottle that is quickly consumed at the last possible moment.

Cheers!

The Journey 10-06-1999

Memories tumbled with time
Emotions intertwined
Where yesterdays abound
Lost love forever found
Curving, tangled days
Younger, carefree ways

So many paths to choose
And where to leave these blues
That they could not be found
Nor turn my head around
Walking thru the haze
My heart my soul ablaze

Softened thru the years
Remembering - bitter tears
Accepting my own path
Thru joy, hope or wrath
Older - head is bowed
Learning life out loud

I Wish 7-18-1999

I wish I could spark a fire in your eyes
I wish I could see the truth through the lies
I wish I could be the best part of you
I wish I was sure that you love me too
I wish I could have had just one more chance
I wish we could have a reason to dance

Whispers 7/18/1999

Pooh prefers honey and I prefer you
When I need someone to whisper to
I can rant and rave and carry on
Laugh or cry till the hurts all gone
Or just sit quiet and wait for a hug
A moment in time warmed with love
Pooh prefers honey and I prefer you
When I need someone to whisper to

Submissive 7/15/1999

I didn't take time, I didn't take care
I didn't notice you weren't standing there
I didn't call, I didn't write
I didn't growl, I didn't bite

I didn't take time, I didn't take care

I didn't not love you when you weren't there

I didn't think, I didn't act

I didn't know if you'd come back

I didn't take time, I didn't take care

Now I can feel it, it's everywhere

I didn't remember how could I forget

Just how lonely a soul can get