As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Sponsor Mystic Rose
The Good Newspaper
Respect for nature
Respect for authority
Respect for fellow man
The rules of majority
Honesty is contentment
Honesty in everything
Honesty of the heart
Alive as the spring
Joyful in common things
Joyful of mind
Joyful just being
Gentle and kind
Happy within your soul
Happy with friends
Happy to be living
At peace to the end
Creeds I adhere to
Creed for giving
Creed for success
Great rules for living
© Jack Ellison 2014
Some days are diamonds, some are stone
To quote an old John Denver hit
Truer words were never spoken
The “stone days” (not stoned days!)
Are only sent to us to test our resolve
And to appreciate the “diamond days” even more
To prove, that as dark or as difficult as life can get
There is ALWAYS a silver lining
Otherwise we'd all be candidates for the looney bin
Trust me, have I ever lied to you before?
Okay... well only a couple of times
And I was under the influence???
The influence of WHAT, you may ask
Uh, I take the fifth... okay here are some examples
Now let me see, watching a pretty girl go by
Or the government sending me an unexpected refund
Of a couple of hundred dollars YEEHAW
Maybe sitting down to my favourite meal
With my lovely spouse I've adored
Since the two of us were dreamy-eyed sweethearts
In grade school right up to the present
And now happily married with a couple of wee ones
Don't get me wrong, I do have days of stone
But my diamond days far outnumber them
So the bottom line is
Live, love, laugh and be happy
You only get one chance to travel life's highway
So ENJOY the ride!!!
© Jack Ellison 2014
A child with a crayon can color an imaginary world,
With dolls of mommies, daddies, boys and girls,
Full of horses, cowboys, cars and trains,
Can scratch them out and draw them all again,
Color me a rainbow with a pot of gold,
Color me a fairy with ribbons and bows,
Paint my face, a bright yellow sun,
In a green grassy field where a blue river runs,
With mountains and trees set in a colorful scene,
Monkey bars, teeter-totters, an old tire swing,
Color my face with a bright happy smile,
In a wonderful world, if only for awhile,
I can pretend my life is happy and gay,
Not worry about the mean stuff, just for the day,
Not worry about what I will eat, or where I will sleep,
Or the cockroaches and rats that make me creep,
Color me a family with brothers and sisters,
Color me a man to call Daddy, not Mister,
Color my mom in a bright yellow dress,
Stretched in a hammock under a tree with a nest,
In the yard of the house, we can call our own,
With neighbors on each side of our lovely home,
Color my dreams carefree and wild,
Color my life always as a child,
Color me a father, color me a Dad,
Color me the life that I never had.
Color me a garden with fruits of all kinds,
Apples, pears with grapes on the vine,
Color me a crayon that’s really a crayon,
Not this old sharpened pencil that I just found,
To draw my picture on this brown paper bag,
That was once filled with gin and Ole’ Granddad,
Now, Dream me a dream…Once upon a time,
I had a real father that I can call mine!
In a small town there lived a little lady
The lady`s name was Lucinda
Lucinda was always bubbling, cheerful and happy
When she laughed here rolling laughter,
both her cheeks and bosom shaked
She was a beautiful woman with wide hips,
and a butt as big as a dinner table
Lucinda was old and walking was difficult
and life was not so easy for her
She had not so much in this world,
but she always brought a bicycle
Everyone in the small town would help her
as best they could
Whatever you did for her, she thanked with these words:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Following the bubbling laughter, shaking cheeks and bosom
Everyone in the small town knew Lucinda,
loved her and wanted to help her
Same thanks every time:
"You shall have my old bike when I die"
Now Lucinda is dead
Her bike the city has received as a gift from Lucinda
If you see a bike in the flower park in the small town
Is it to remind the beloved sweet, rolling round Lucinda
that was always cheerful and happy
A-L Andresen :)
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I’m really not a jealous person. I am happy for those who are fortunate in life. If I see a lady who has a beautiful family that loves her, I am happy for her. When a guy pull up in a fully restored ’57 Chevy convertible, complete w/ vanity license plates reading “AHH YEAH”, I’m happy for him. I have met two people in my life who have won large lottery jackpots, and I was very happy for them. Even when I see a drop-dead gorgeous exotic looking young woman wearing Chanel and four and a half inch Jimmy Choos, I am delighted for her. Seriously, I’m just not an envious person by nature.
Yesterday, my tire blew out. While I was waiting for my husband, I went into a local pub. A nice girl, Jenna, started a conversation with me. She was missing all four of her front teeth! We somehow started talking about dieting, and she told me that it is impossible for her to gain weight. She mentioned she weighed 102 lbs. and that she would love to gain at least 5 pounds but just couldn’t. She complained about how her metabolism was just “too high.” I’m sitting there with that old country song playing in my head...“A metabolism too high…What’s that mean? It’s like too much money, no such thing.”
Ironically, it happened to be karaoke evening. Once the festivities started, I clinged to the hope that my DVR was working and recording American Idol so I could watch it when I got home. “Big Matt” was up first singing George Straits. He was actually good. We all clapped. Next, it was Jenna.
I watched Jenna sing. In a world where if most of us had the misfortune to lose even one of our teeth, we would not leave the house unless it was to be fitted with our Davinci Veneers, this gal was poised and confident. She sang beautifully.
I found myself actually envious of this young woman. Not, however, for the reason you think. I found myself envious of her confidence. Despite her appearance, she sang with passion, poise and enthusiasm. Even missing all four of those front teeth, she could get up in front of that crowd and dazzle us all with her nice voice and pleasant demeanor.
As my husband came to my rescue, I left smiling.
I left smiling knowing that there are people like Jenna in this world.
I left smiling knowing that I do give people the benefit of the doubt.
I left smiling knowing that I do always look for the best others.
I left smiling knowing it is possible for me to be jealous of a young woman who is missing her front teeth.
The little town known as Feels So Good.
Was a jolly little village hidden deep in the woods.
The people there would never go to sleep.
Hidden back in the woods so deep.
They never got big they never ever grew.
They averaged in height about an inch or two.
Mostly all they did was run and play.
That’s what made Feels So Good, so good they say.
The sun always shines it never gets dark.
Another reason they’re happy, happy as a lark
Their sky is always blue, and that’s the only blue to be found.
Happy thoughts and smiles they pass all around.
If you’re ever down their way just do as I say.
Take a sip of their water and get ready to play.
You feel yourself shrinking but it feels so fine.
So you can run and play in their warm sunshine.
Well I guess I better go and take me a sip.
Then I can run and play hop, skippity, skip.
Goodbye for now but you’re welcome to come down.
And join us in this merry little town.
If you see a heartless man,
feel sorry for him.
With that cold heart,
If you see a man without love,
pray for him,
with that empty home,
If you see a happy man,
be happy with him,
for a happy man,
can spread joy.
If you see a man with religion,
follow his lead.
for a man of God,
is the best teacher we have.
In the past I remember how things were so simple
When I was little my cheeks had such cute dimples
Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child
When I think again my heart told me I was so wild
Yet, in time my simple choices was revealed as true as anyone
The reason I was the way I am today, I did things, to get done
Finishing lots of my undone ideas was so incredibly hard
So I figure my heart and choices should never hold in no bard
I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain
With such under statement I did things for no gain
I was a child who held true to what he has learned
But as we got older those kinda perspective would get me burned
When I made up my mind that people was not kind
I led myself in a confusion that I was blind
In the past I do recall that seeing is believing
So I was the one who stood their with friends leaving
Alone, I felt I did not belong, I cherish each person who knew me
I got older too see how the world works it stung me like a bee
The feeling of tingling ran through my vain
My view of the world and people who knew me was stained
Now I know they are out for their selves with no kind feelings
Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with seeing
Today as I look at the world it is in such shambles and astray
And rather fallow everyone I just walk away
The happiest day of my life, hmmmmm, let’s see
Would that be the day I met my true love, or
Would it be the day he returned to me
You see, I am trying to reason this out
Which of the days are more important
Which holds more significance for me
The day we met, made history sweet
The day he returned made my future bright
Let me tell you about the day we met
We were in church, on a blessed Sabbath Day
He was a visitor, I a regular member
I sang like a nightingale, so he said
He was instantly drawn to me
But very shy he was
He tried to meet me, his friend as a front
I, not knowing my worth to him
Thought he was out for to play
So didn’t take him seriously
Even though my heart said I should
I made a fool of what was given by God
Thank God for second chances
I have gotten back what was intended
A chance of a life, with my only true love
The day he found me
Rekindle sweet memories
But this is the start of something new
New beginnings, new resolve, new me
New life, new us, new emotions
The past was the start
Today the restart
I was happy then
Today I am happier
So, I guess when he found me again
Was a very happy day
The happiest day, however, will be
When we stand together, to say
That will be, the happiest day of my life
For Carol Brown’s: The Happiest Day Of My Life
Grandmothers and grandfathers how they look,
how can we see that there is a grandmother or a grandfather
When I was a little girl we could see a grandmother and a grandfather
Grandparents used hats, glasses, and walking stick
The skin of their face was weathered and wrinkled
Some had teeth they put in a glass in the evening
Grandmothers always had time for a glass of juice and a hug
She was never impatient, tie shoelaces with pleasure
Always in floral dresses, which smelled like grandma
Grandmothers wont not be at work tomorrow, she has time for an adventure
She does not skip a single word, to be finished soon
It was always sweets in grandmother's hand bag
She never spared, but shared with a beautiful smile
Grandfathers were a bit more restrained,
bit concerned about the day's news in their newspaper
He would like to go for a walk, and he walks with small cautious steps
When he meet someone he knows, he lifts a bit on his hat and nod
He has very little hair on his head, and his head shines in the sun
Grandfathers have a strong hand to hold, I was confident in his hand
He could tell me what all the birds called, he was so wise
Everyone should experience an old-fashioned grandmother and grandfather
one that does not have a television, computer or washing machine
A grandmother and grandfather who always have good time
But it was in the past ..... not today...
A-L Andresen :)
A girl was born a beautiful summer day
She had beautiful blue eyes and light curly hair
The girl ...... it was me myself I
My mother has told me that I was a kind
and happy baby
The baby became a chubby girl who liked to
play with soft teddy bears and dolls
Chaunted and singing all day long,
yes I was a happy little girl
When I was seven years old and the
commitments hour had come
First day at school, dressed in a dress with
flowers and ribbon in my hair
I wanted out of the classroom, I wanted to be
free to play, sing and dance.... be free like a bird
Plus, minus and A-B-C... yes it all could wait
School years passed by and I learned: plus, minus,
A-B-C and more than that
"Almost adult" - a teenager, yes waithing for the time
Girls with menstruation, and acne wich we covered with powder
Boys with pimples, wich reflects like flashlights
Girls who "giggled" of everything and nothing
Boys who speakes with deep voices that bursts
Interested in the opposite sex
It`s was an exciting time ...
Distance love, blushing cheeks
Will you be mine?
Go hand in hand and perhaps a gentle kiss
Heartbreaks....well who has been there ?
But as in a fairytales the princess meets her prince, they are
in love....married... and have many other commitments,
work, home and children
Fairytales have always a happy ending
What about the reality ?
A-L Andresen :)
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Follow the Yellow Brick Road
As I was walking
Along my chosen path
Where each step marks
A notch this world hath
I caught a glimpse of
A Yellow Brick Road
Like the one from Oz
Once long ago told
Now how the glimpse
Came my way
I chose a path to take
On a sunny day
Back to work from break
Strolling merrily along
Head held high with joy
Whistling a happy song
I jumped over a little crack
Just purposely out of my way
Being sure to be aware
Never matters which day
As I came up to my office
Tapping a rock with my heel
Then the feeling hit me
The vision seemed very real
A comparison factor in our minds
Creating obstacles out of fear
Or do we step over them
To prove we are there
It’s our choice to place sunshine
On the path we choose to go
Thus creating a happy path
To Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Florence McMillian (Flo)
"Message of Love"
Hi Poets, Ron here for my wife.
Linda-Marie, or Sweetheart, as many of you know her, insisted I
post a message of holiday love to everyone.
She is in the hospital right now for several issues but always
thinking of others. Love is a very important part of her life and our
daily lives so she is sending lots of love to everyone this most
cherished of holidays and holy days.
Please spread this love to all throughout Life.
Wishing everyone a ..
"MERRY CHRISTMAS" & "HAPPY NEW YEAR" * * *
Thanks for being great friends and extended family these many years.
Love, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, Happiness, Prosperity, Peace, Health, Love,
Ron & Sweetheart.
Upon A Bed of Petals
The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance
With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance
The light shines upon the area of which they lay
With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay
The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream
With motion that reveal emotions with great steam
Upon A Bed Of Petals
Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal
With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal
Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life
With occasional choices of passion and strife
Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value
With another part of each season we stand true
Upon A Bed Of Petals
The scent of life passes through and makes new
With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue
The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust
With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust
The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of
With two people passion with love rules true and above
A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears
Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth
I’m giving you
Despite of all the stress
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.
My friends and I had midnight hide and seek
One had to stand by a tree and not peek
In my state of hiding great I was hard to find
My friends decided to just be unkind
They all got together and decided to hunt me down
I first hid in the river near my house and almost drown
When they walk close by me I silently move through the grass
It was very hard to see, but I crawled a long time and almost ran out of gas
Then I heard one say that they were going up and wait by the tree
I had an idea that made a way to make them see
A shadow that ran in the distance thinking that would be
I had my horse pull a little manikin to make them think it was me
My friends took their flashlight and shined it toward it
I thought I had them but one thing was clear they did not fall for it not a bit
They all laugh and started to call out my name
They all asked how the heck did you have time to pull that trick that was so lame
I did not answer so they kept on looking for me, but I was so quick
Some of my friends started to get really mad and tick
I was a master of doing weird things they all knew what I can do
The night was still young and the grass was collecting dew
I decided to make a distraction once again
To think of it, it would probably make the night end
My friends finally surrounded my tree house
I was quiet, so quiet, more than a mouse
I had some rope in the tree house to make my escape
To distract them I made a loud noise like an ape
The tree that my tree house was in was at least forty feet up
I had some stash in my tree house a drink or two in a cup
My final hour is about to end I did not want my friends to catch me till I got to the tree
I took the rope and tide it on a branch and pushed off and that was the key
I landed on the garage roof and sneaked my way to the tree
My friends knew me to well that they plan things before I could see
They had a fish net ready for me to step into
I thought that was kinda wise and some what like pew
The few feet by the tree there was two of my friends that was ready
Up in the tree they both jumped down and pulled me up in the net fast and steady
They thought they had won, the person had to tag me before I touch tree
She ended up having to get something to stand on to reach me
I swung my weight back and forth till I ended up touching and the game ended
My friends and I were so full of surprises and that is what the game handed
My mother, my grandmother before has always held a place in my heart.
My father, and my grandfather before has the same part.
I was young and very active with unwillingness to listen fully to what they had to say.
I had a problem, never could be solved without my parents and grandparents till today.
With patience they all come to my aid when I fall on my face.
With little dishonor I listen to them and what they had to say, I embrace.
Over the years I go to them with no doubt a feeling of no dismay.
Over the years I go to them and they help me solve problems that to me is O.K.
Now I am getting a bit more aware of what had happen to me when I was growing.
Now I remember how the ride was in my beginning: it was a trial of not knowing.
With the guided words of my parents and grandparents I survive through them all.
With it some being a problem that I remember I recall.
My mother and my grandmother always said to be patient and it will be easy to solve.
My father and my grandfather always knew that I would grow and evolve.
I could wonder everyday what if my parents and grandparents was not in my life.
I could just think that would be fatal like a stab with a knife.
With knowledge that they had past on to me of what they had experience.
With their proof of teachings they had past on to me is their self existence.
Over the years I grew with life so full of happiness that was because of my families love.
Over the years it showed me the path that led me to all the above.
Now cherish those words that help me through my troubles in my new family.
Now I listen to my parents healing words of wisdom and except them gladly.
When I was a young'un growing up
Never really imagined how my life would turn out
Back then, I was just happy to eat, sleep, and play with friends
Well now that I'm an old duffer and looking back
I can honestly say my journey was way above average
With no regrets, no wish to change a single thing
Except for one... Linda, my loving wife of 42 years
Sadly passed away from breast cancer in 1999
We had a family of 5 wee ones, 3 of our own and 2 adopted
We just lived a comfortable life not wanting for anything
I wasn't famous... didn't own a mansion on a hill
Had a successful career of 55 years as a graphic designer
My present wife is Cathie, a second dear loving wife
Tied the knot 13 years ago and have a beautiful union
How fortunate can one person be
So as the title says... I can honestly say I have no regrets!
© Jack Ellison 2014
My life has never been happier
I'm as happy as poop as they say
Don't know if I deserve such joy
But I'm not about to question it
For fear it might break the spell
It's easy to be overwhelmed
By all the negatives that are constantly
Going on all around the world
Why me? Why have I been chosen
It's just such a mystery
A lot of people are really overwhelmed
By the news we hear daily
Yet I'm sailing along singing a happy tune
Just can't help it
If there was some way to pass along this joy
I surely would but I don't know how
How can I pass along this positive attitude
I've always managed to maintain
Even during my most trying of times
I wish everyone could feel as I do
I'm as happy as poop every day
© Jack Ellison 2015
DON’T BE AFRAID
I live to please you,
I live to see the best in you
You and I are the best match
Havens have open mountains
Heavy rains ought to end us
But don’t be afraid
I have created tents to keep you safe
The safest place for you is in my heart
Where only my thoughts and blood play
My blood oozes with oxygen and love
Don’t be afraid this love is forever
I have devoted all my love to you
The clouds have surrendered its beauty for us
This is all for you
So don’t be afraid
This is the love that children will fantasizes
This is the love that you wished for
Your wishes have come true
I tend to harp on the happy life
That I've been so lucky to have had
One of the fortunate ones that's for sure
Since I was just a wee lad
Why me, at times I've wondered
But really don't want a reason
Content to accept my very good fortune
My love is one for all seasons
Must have performed a special good deed
To deserve such a life so glorious
Guess I could classify my role up till now
As purely phantasmagorias
As I sail on forth to my golden years
Giving thanks for a life of love
Feel more fortunate than one man deserves
As the love light shines from above
I tend to harp on my happy life
That I've been so lucky to have had
Won't question the reason I've been chosen
To live this life filled with glad
© Jack Ellison 2015
The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others
Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it
So feel my rose as it fades
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.
She smiles all day she thinks it' s o.k.
She makes weird sounds and it's all day
My Aunt I asked will you not make that silly sound today?
My Aunt looked at me and said why? she always say
In public she snorts when she laughs and I get that
But when things get out of hand she scares my the cat
I have a cat but my Aunt well she kinda sat
Poor little cat it was now a furry little mat
I get really mad at her, but she seems to make me smile
Because one day we walked, she sang me a song about a mile
I was happy because she ran out of gas at last
She also could not speak at all, and that was a blast
Although she could not speak
She kept smiling she once never look bleak
My Aunt Willy who's Silly is the person who never does things in half's
I can not express any louder she makes me smile with laughs
For more than a year I've lain stiff and quiet upon the hospital bed,
Bandaged and bundled and waited on like an unruly infant,
Finally allowed to get a drink myself when I'm dry and try to feed myself.
The catheter is removed and once again I must stand and stroll to the loo.
Allowed now to sit up for maybe two hours at a stretch; bring me my laptop.
Trying to read the soup and find what the passing calendar pages have done.
To my old friends, SHAME! few have kept up with their posts.
To my new friends HELLO and WELCOME we need fresh blood like vampires!
Now criticize me and make me anxious enough to write
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hope that day will come.
When I find you underneath the
Waiting for me and a life that never
For Eternal love will always be
And you will know that I care no
matter the troubles.
That even If death were to come, it
be with us a couple.
I sleep in peace tonight.
Hoping my family loves, and so do
And that God may forgive for all my
Because when I am gone, let there
be not a tear shed.
But a laugh of remorse, and that you
For I will sleep in peace tonight.
Dedication: Thanks to all of my dear family and friends who share the joy of life with me!
The Enjoyment of Life
To find the enjoyment of life
For the moments we live
It matters not what we do
It is who we do it with
As we should find our joy
They say for every situation
Bad times can even feel good
Being with a special someone
We are filled with joy at birth
Spiritually given from above
Most folks forget it’s there
Looking elsewhere for love
We are also given friends
Along our allotted path
To remind us of the joy
Deep within we all hath
Cherish your special friends
Treasure moments you share
To find the enjoyment of life
A true friend will take you there
Let go of all your worries and smile
Then you’ll start to feel the joy within
Though you can always double the joy
When sharing it with a good friend
Florence McMillian (Flo)
One for the kiddies or kiddies at heart!
There's a bunch of furry animals
Running around our house
Cats and dogs and ferrets
And even a little mouse!
Now Mom and Dad aren't happy
With mousies running wild
But we love our cute little furry friends
They bring us lots of smiles!
Our mousie plays a pretty fine fiddle
That big folks cannot hear
Unaware of those real happy tunes
Dancing in their ears!
I've named him Happy Herbie
He brings me so much joy
It's hard to think he's really real
He seems like just a toy!
Don't think I want to ever grow up
And lose this special gift
Seeing things through little eyes
In a kiddies world I'm adrift
© Jack Ellison 2014
Written by: Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.
To My Mother Hazel
Thanks for that Memorable Day
This poem is specifically
Being written just for you
I requested it from a friend
For she knows just what to do
That special day we spent together
Is so very memorable for me, I’d say
I want it to be memorable for you too
With a poem written in a rhyming way
We’ve had our ups and downs in life
With probably most of them being down
You raised me to know how life can be
Not easy to cope, with down things all around
Well I’ve stepped up to a new level
To be happy no matter what the hell
Of any negative surroundings to be
I live thankful that my life is all well
That special day started out so bad for me
As I was headed for back injections again
I was really happy you were taking me there
With a comfort feeling knowing we are kin
It seemed like the first time in a very long time
Where we just enjoyed each other that day
You were kind of like that sweet rose
One stops to smell along the way
In this path I have traveled
Through many overgrown weeds
It was refreshing and pleasant this time
With no discussion of what someone needs
We got along together talking and laughing
It gave me such a lasting good impression
We even ate at Don Julio’s afterwards
I sure hope you had just as much fun
I want you to know how much
I appreciate this time we spent together
Making this a most memorable day for me
To truly cherish for always and forever
Now let me tell you, that day did get worse
With everyone putting me down everywhere
You were the rose amongst the trash talkers
It felt good to know my Mom really does care
Even if everything dips to the downside
Within the journeys of my life I may go through
No one could ever take our shared moments away
They’re in my heart forever and I’ll always love you
I had the best time with me and my Mom
If I told the world, that’s what I’d say
So I really want to thank you Mom
For that most memorable day
Florence McMillian (Flo)
In memory of Bob
A true story.
It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.
There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.
As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.
I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life, that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long, ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.
Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.
Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain, but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.
His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.