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The Vegan

Last night my friends, they invited me to dinner,
They picked the place, they said it was a winner.
I searched the menu for, no egg, dairy, or meat.
O Boy, I thought, what in the world will I eat?

The waitress came over with a big old smile,
I told her, I’m vegan, this may take a while.
We are known for our chicken, she said quite proudly.  
I bit my tongue, and did not respond too loudly. 

Chicken is meat, I said calmly with a grin,
Oh, but we have fish… yep, she did it again. 
No thank you, I said.  I’ll just have a potato,
And if it's not too much trouble, please throw in a tomato. 

The food arrived, and my friends started to stare,
Is that all you’re going to eat?  They asked with such flair.
I just smiled but I thought, What is the big deal?
Can I not just enjoy a cruelty free meal? 

-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015



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If Heaven Had a Facebook

By Mary Waldeck

If Heaven had a Facebook, how happy I would be.
To find that they were up there, and that they could talk to me. 

I would tell them once again, how much I really care.
I could listen to the stories I know they love to share.

We could tell a few good jokes, and have a laugh or two.
Talk about the old times, and the struggles we went through.

I would post a pic each day, of something lovely they should see, 
And hope that they could do the same, and send pics back to me. 

The beauty we would see them post, would surpass all that's here,
Love and Hope and Happiness, with no room for pain and fear. 

If Heaven had a Facebook, how dear that this would be,
So I could talk a few more times, to my friends and family.

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2018

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Strangers

Strangers

I once met a very old man, his name it does not matter.
He taught me many important things, among them,  "Listen, do not chatter".

I once met a colorful clown, who made everyone always smile.
But inside his heart was very sad, he begged "please, just sit a while".

I once met a homeless boy, who had traveled far and wide.
Always searching for some answers, but how he thieved and lied. 
 
I once met a rising star, her magical voice would soar.
She sang so well from heart and soul, you could feel it to the core. 

I once met a rich old lady, she had not a dime to her name.
But she had something we all want, not the diamonds nor the fame. 

I once met a lone stray dog, who couldn't find his way.
I gave him food and shelter, so he decided he would stay. 

Strangers we pass in our busy days, have a story we may never know.
Give a moment and share some time,  perhaps a smile and say "Hello".  


-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015

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Election Year

The election year, it's upon us again,
We must decide once again who will win. 

The media is misleading, and often quite crude,
The candidates themselves are liars, and lewd. 

The rally's are exciting, and full of good fun,
But things do get ugly, before it's all done.

It's become a real circus, with villains and clowns,
But a decision must be made in our cities and towns. 

Do you vote for the corrupt nominee wearing blue,
Or go for the red, in his political debut?

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2016

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Thoughts of Dad

I was sitting on the dock feeling melancholy today;
And thought of my Dad and what he would say.
If he were sitting on the bench beside me again;
Like the old days we had, I would hug him, and then.
I would ask him about what really matters in life;
all the work, all the stress, the trouble and strife?
He would say, "In the end it doesn't matter what you bought;
the toys, the money, or the real estate you sought.
What matters the most is the love you hold dear;
your family, your friends, and those that are near.

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015



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A Daughters Poem

It seems like yesterday, that God took you away,
To a far better place, some would say. 

Where living is easy, and always pain free,
A place that we all hope to someday be.

But here on earth, we all still miss,
The warmth of your smile, a hug or a kiss.

How you loved all animals, until the day you died,
And your jokes were so funny, we laughed till we cried.

You had a kind gentle nature, with a heart made of gold,
I know when God made you, He broke the mold.

You were the one we ran to, and could always confide,
And get great advice, and feel better inside. 

We still miss you each day, our dear sweet Dad,
Yes, we remember the good times, but still feel sad.

We will see you again, and what joy it will be,
Reuniting in heaven, with the whole family. 

-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2016

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Hurricane Charley

The storm was approaching, we thought... should we scramble?
To stay may be risky, should we take the gamble?
We had our provisions, and we thought "We're prepared".
We bought batteries, and candles, and in no way impaired.
The windows we shuttered, and we battened the hatches,
Stocked up on propane, canned goods, and more matches. 
The skies rained down, oh the strong winds we heard,
Debris flying everywhere, the sight was absurd.
The weather channel, we watched with impending doom,
As the storm changed it's path, we now needed a safe room.
The eye passed over, and all was eerily silent,
Then the wind switched directions, becoming even more violent.
The roof held tight, but the shingles they flew,
We stayed huddled together, what else could we do?
The large palm trees blew over, and the windows they rattled.
When it was finally over, what a storm we had battled.
We walked outside, feeling like survivors of war,
But we had no idea, what was really in store.
There were houses destroyed, and dreams that were shattered,
Our car was still there, but it looked pretty battered.
The friends and neighbors they came, and we all worked together,
We would build all again, and hope it lasts forever. 


 
-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015

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Aging

When I was only 10 years old,
The dreams I had,  they seemed quite bold.
I thought that I would make a change,
But the world turned out to be so strange.

When I was of the age of twenty,
the possibilities, they seemed aplenty.
I moved too soon, very far away,
"I missed my family", I was known to say. 

Things moved real fast,  and I turned thirty two,
Husband, children, and the debts, they grew. 
I started thinking this cold weather I hate,
So we moved to Florida, the Sunshine State.

When I turned 40, I was a real estate broker,
started caring about health, no longer a smoker.
My children are grown, and I feel so proud,
They are the best kids ever, I could shout it out loud. 

Now I'm a Grandmother,  at the age of fifty five, 
Enjoying every day, just so happy to be alive. 
The love, the laughter, the work, and the fun,
Life is exciting, with much to do before I'm done.


-Mary Waldeck

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015

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Wheelchair

I sit trapped in this wheelchair, as I roll down the street.
I see all the people, but their eyes do not meet.

Are they simply scared to look, afraid that they may see?
Something scary, ugly, and crippled, instead of just seeing me?

For reasons I don't know,  I seem invisible to some,
But I am just like them, not an unworthy street bum. 

If I could only stand tall, and look them in the eye,
I'd smile and make them see,  before they rudely pass me by. 

I would stand tall and say,  “look at me, just look and say hello”,
But I will never stand, and have that chance… a fact I sadly know. 

So when you see a person like me, the next time on the street,
Pause a moment to smile and say hello, a new friend you may just meet.

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2016

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Bite Me

What do you mean, you don't like my hair?
It's your opinion,  but do you think I care?

The note you left on the mirror today,
full of hate, and misery, a mistake I pray.

I tried to be the woman of your dreams,
But nothing seems good enough it seems.

The snide remarks you seem to bait,
About my face, my job, my weight.

My thighs, my chin, my eyes, clothes worn.
All became the subject of your scorn. 

I've finally had enough... I plea,
Accept me As Is, or just Bite Me!

Copyright © Mary Waldeck | Year Posted 2015

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