It wasn't the usual Halloween night
Of parties and goblins, of which there'd been many
It was a year of big changes, for our family had moved
At ten years old, I was still struggling and shy
And, in a brand new school, where no one gave me an eye
I'd been replanted and torn,, forlorn and alone
Late in October...uprooted and lost
On Halloween night, it rained and it poured
It seemed the end of the world...I was unhappy and bored
Leaving what had been so familiar and sure
Where our old street had been filled, with a million new thrills
Now, here in the boondocks, ...no one came to the door
I was dressed to go out...but storms drenched the night
My mom understood....and tried to keep bright
She went up to her room, made up her face
She combed up her hair, until it stood on it's roots
Covered her face with black fireplace soot
She threw on her robe, and pulled on dad's boots
Crept out the back door, and to the front porch
When the doorbell rang....I jumped in delight!
Trick-or-treaters had come to our house this dark night!!
When I opened the door, at first I didn't see
It was mom, ...trying to hard, bring me some glee!
She grabbed me and laughed and pulled me to come
Out into the rainstorm....up the road we would run
We ran in the downpour, getting soaked to our skin
Laughing and yelling....such fun it had been!
Later that night, we warmed by the fire
She let me stay up....no one was tired
So cozy and warm...no longer so cold
With popcorn, and candy...and the ghost stories told
That one Halloween, on that night of the storm
Was the best Halloween....and reminds me of home.....
I'll never forget when each Halloween comes
The candy, the fun.... and the gift from my mom.....
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
As December winds swirled the snow in drifts outside
Lisa covered Mama, held her hand as she cried
“It’s my last Christmas, I know it in my heart, dear
Send my prayers to God; deliver them with my tears”
“Hush, Mama, you can’t die; Tommy needs you so
And his tour of duty still has six months to go”
Mama fell asleep, Lisa bowed her head in prayer
Adding her own tears, she asked that Tommy be there
“Please let my brother see Mama just one more time
When her eyes open, may it be her son she finds”
Tears fell on the floor as Lisa kept vigil
Beside her cancer-stricken mother so fragile
Awakening to see Tommy standing nearby
In uniform he appeared; Lisa exhaled a sigh
“God sent you home, I knew He would, our pleas were heard”
Tommy stroked his sister’s hair, saying not one word
‘Twas then Lisa saw Mama standing behind him
Aglow in heaven’s light were her mother and twin
“How blessed we’ll be – together on this Christmas Day!”
Lisa exclaimed, just before they faded away
Confused, she saw her ashen mom so still in bed
‘Neath the door a telegram, Tommy too was dead
And though there were tears in Lisa’s blue eyes so bright
Her loved ones would spend Christmas together in God’s sight
A smile came as candles flaming in the window grew
Lisa realized one Christmas she’d be with them too
*Rhyming narrative for Paula Swanson’s “Tear” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010
There once was a lady named "Mom"
Who had a hard time keeping calm.
But she knows how to sew
And garden and mow
And she's a farmer on facebook.com
She's a grandma to Mel and Harmony
She's a young wife for "Gramps" who's 70!
She calms the waters
Of her four lovely daughters
And best of all she puts up with me.
Copyright © Jason Talbott | Year Posted 2011
Back in my mind a vision I see
Of the loving person who took care of me
When I would fall and scrape my knee
Her hugs would make the booboo's flee
There was a time I scrapped my arm
I screamed and yelled like a fire alarm
But who was there to rub on the balm
The person I lovingly called my Mom
For the longest time I didn't know her name
But rest assured if I yelled Mom, there she came
She didn't seem to be ruled by a clock
And always had time to pick up a sock
She would always calm me in the midst of a storm
She smelled so good and was always so warm
She loved to laugh but she also cried
I remember it happened when my puppy dog died
A printed dress that was always so worn
Smiling brightly she'd wake me each breaking morn
Her breakfasts were yummy and tasty and warm
Her apron was part of Mom's dress uniform
When I started to grow and would go out to play
Mom would be there watching throughout the day
At noon she would call me which was always so sweet
Come in little darling, it's soon time to eat
Peanut butter and jelly was the noon time treat
I'd be tired from playing but had time to eat
Then she'd put me down on the couch to sleep
And cover me up from my had to my feet
My Mom isn't home, she was called away
To a new home in heaven where she's living today
I'm sure she's at peace in her home up above
And showering other children with her motherly love!
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2015
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***
"Storm over yet...?"
"Well hay'ell ye'ah!
sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
whadda'bou that boy th'er?
sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"
"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"
na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm!
torna'durr warnin' too!
he gonna have him'a cole burr;
mama, git him'a cole burr!
ta'days father's day!"
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
May your years ahead...
be full of cheer....
May blessings come your way....
You're the best...Mother Dear!
"Happy Mothers Day>"
Copyright © Lawrence Ingle | Year Posted 2008
Last Minute Halloween Costume
Toilet paper wraps;
Costs less to dress as mummy,
Mom thinks it’s funny!
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
?Dear Santa; for my wish list
I would really love a bike-
If it's not too much trouble
Can I also have a kite?'
'I would like a new computer
With games and an Ipod phone.
I would also like a train set
With tracks to fill my home.'
'But Mummy and Daddy are very poor
Not much money they said-
So if you cannot manage the above
Can I have peace on Earth instead?'
Copyright © Ken Duddle | Year Posted 2012
'Twas the week after Chrstmas and all through the house
The children were sleeping, too tired to arouse,
When all of a sudden there appeared in the room,
Mama in her nightcap, carrying a broom.
The stockings once hanging on mantle in row,
Were picked off the floor, into storage they go.
All the glitter of Christmas, now tarnished and torn,
Must be removed from the room ere the New Year is born.
She tackled the tree, taking some care,
To remove every light, the tree was soon bare.
She packed everything, put it safely away
On a shelf in the basement 'til next Christmas Day.
The fine Christmas spirit she'd had, was now flagging.,
She must clean up the mess to keep it from sagging.
She dragged out the tree and then heaved a big sigh,
Sat down with her coffee and had a good cry.
This was modeled after Clement Clark Moore's, 'Twas TheNight Before Christmas'
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
HATS OFF TO MY MOTHER
Hats off to my mother! She did so much for me!
She fed me through her body before mine she did see.
She nearly died to have me, yet when she saw my face,
She cried for joy to see me; the pain was soon erased.
She nursed me at her bosom, she came there when I cried,
She hugged me oh, so closely, there at her precious side.
She changed my dirty diapers, she bathed me till I’m clean,
She helped me put my clothes on, then patched my torn up jeans.
She taught me through example, she showed me how to love,
She prayed there for me daily to God who lives above.
She made sure I obeyed her, she taught me great respect
For Dad and for my elders; and that I won’t forget.
She taught me about Jesus and how to pray and sing,
And how He died on Calvary, eternal life to bring.
Yes, mothers are so special; that’s why we meet today
And why this special Sunday, the second one in May,
To honor and commend her for all her special roles
In raising up her children with high and lofty goals.
As the help meet to her husband, she’s given now this praise
For caring for her children through those special early days.
I’m sad that there are mothers who don’t their role support,
Who’d rather be a prostitute or would their child abort,
Or who’d rather be a drinker, with no morals or no shame,
And try to make excuses or place on others blame.
“The hand that rocks the cradle will surely rule the earth”;
And mothers are so special from conception right through birth.
So to those who are Godly, “Hats off” to you we say;
We want more mothers like you, and for you now we pray.
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2012
I do not know?
Woman of God,
A Diamond is what you are,
Beautiful & special & sweet,
A diamond a person would strive for,
Built with the lord's armor,
A diamond is the hardest thing to break,
You are shielded and protected by God,
You are my diamond,
My diamond with much wisdom,
You may be a short statue,
But you are wealthy and rich,
In my heart and in the eyes of the lord,
This is simply your time,
Your time and honor,
You lived a wonderful life,
Guided us and teached us the right thing to do,
And I appreciate you,
My pastor, my beautiful grandmother,
And my honorable Diamond,
Prophetess E. J. Woodford!!
Copyright © Vernard Mays | Year Posted 2010
You Inspire Me
What inspires me?
A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)
A gifted child
An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.
That inspires me and by the way…
O mother you inspire me (most of all)!
Copyright © Ayesha Karim | Year Posted 2012
As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy,
As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the street of nostalgia,
I am reminded of Saints gone home and good souls on their penitent journey,
Zora Neale Hurston, Langston Hughes, Countee Cullen, Paul Robeson and the poets of my past,
Hendrix, Morrison, Michael, Louis Armstong and the Sounds of my testimony,
Prince and Wynton Marsalis, Miles Davis, Amadeus, Earth, Wind, and Fire,
Saints living, saints dead, souls vibrant, souls sad in the darkness of regret,
We are a glorious symphony on this, this all Hallows Eve,
The eve of that day when I celebrate the muses of my sacrifice and the foundations of my epiphanies,
“Halloween is here” my youngest daughter exclaims and I am reminded of many a night spent scavenging for sweet things and expectant laughter,
Tragic kings like Edgar Allen and Charlie Parker, souls with so much pregnant genius that the world was too much for them,
It is our celebration dear friends that will move the mountains of discontent,
And so in this season of harvest, carpe diem calls me to absorb as much love as I can as the sun sets on purple leaves and gorgeous corn stalks,
And in mother Africa, the ancestors dance like their Celtic sisters who fused the worship of our Lord and the glory of mother Gaia,
And in mother Africa the land recovers from the grief stricken sting of rape,
And in mother Africa my sisters and brothers celebrate the saints gone forward into that great mystery,
Tecumseh and Black Elk I celebrate the brilliance of your aptitude,
And I cry with you in triumph for the resurrection of a people forsaken but not defeated,
On this All Hallows Eve, I celebrate the beauty of a journey full of confusion and catharsis,
For the reality is that we truly cannot fail,
As our cloud of witnesses sing to me of the victory that awaits,
Tonight, adorned with the fashion of merriment,
And the subtle chill of October wind reds our lips,
Come Glory and Glory be to the faithful departed,
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2012
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away,
A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today;
No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me,
A book is all I need to be as content as I can be;
I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade,
I order up a large for me and hope it’s not delayed;
Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie;
And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I;
The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch;
I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch;
I turn on my favorite movie, the one I’ve seen a thousand times;
I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime;
My family will be home soon and their needs I’ll have to tend;
The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
Copyright © Tirzah Conway | Year Posted 2012
She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird,
Along with some pork sausage meat that’s been pre-prepared,
She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in,
Hangs it up with bits of string, there’s no room in the tin,
Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill,
But makes sure they‘re all cooked thoroughly, so the family won’t get ill,
Cooks the bird for hours, while the table’s being laid,
With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade),
Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs,
Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares,
Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody’s place,
Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face,
And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce,
The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as “horse”,
Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far,
A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar.
The family then all piles in, and argues over seats,
The children are already full of chocolates and treats,
Grandmother is mumbling, “Kids should be seen not heard”,
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum’s wrestling with the bird,
She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks,
While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks,
They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat,
And restless children run around, not staying in their seat,
Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on,
But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done,
Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed,
She throws the turkey down and shouts ,“There you go! Get stuffed!”
18th November 2012
Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2012
A Painful Thanksgiving Night…
As I sit here this Thanksgiving night
I can do nothing else but write.
My family’s in the other room
So, why do I feel all this gloom?
When we arrived late last night
I thought for sure I would be alright.
Even though it took everything in me
To take that 3 hour drive you see.
Each and every time I come
All I want to do is run.
Run away and never turn back
A family bond I sure do lack.
A mother’s love is what I crave
But a hug and money is all she gave.
My sisters and I we try and try
To understand mother as the years go by.
But nothing about her ways makes sense
She’s cold and hard and always on the defense.
Through the years she’s done much wrong
But the love of my mother I still do long.
Though the bad memories of her will never erase
I prayed through my kids they might be replaced.
Maybe they would chase away her pain
And my love for her would not be in vain.
When they’re around her it’s clear to see
There’s nothing left, no mystery.
Who she is; is what she’ll be
All I see is a repeat of history.
A history filled with hurt and pain
To protect my children I must break the chain.
This chain has bound me in so many ways
It almost claimed my life - on several days.
Copyright © Walayee Poet Lay Whitlock-Ishway | Year Posted 2010
It took three whole days
for Jack to build a snowman;
he's as tall and strong
THRILLED BY SNOW
They are thrilled and scream..
playing in the deep, fresh snow;
they cannot their mom
Heart, take a quick look:
isn't winter's glittering snow
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?
When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"
The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.
It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself.
There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.
But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing,
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.
Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...
Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
Here's a special wish
to all you mothers out there:
Happy Mothers Day!
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
I was once asked by a friend
“What Does Christmas Mean to Me”
I sat there quietly and pondered
while staring at the lit Christmas tree.
I thought back to fond memories
Of Christmas when I was young.
To my home with my mom, my brother,
she made each Christmas the very best one.
My mom made most of our decorations by hand
She would work with sequins, thread, and glue.
The decorations were so incredible
We thought there was nothing she could not do.
My mother would decorate our Christmas tree
The lights and every tinsel strand hung one by one.
Her trees were always a masterpiece
When lit, shone brightly like the sun.
On Christmas Day mom would start to make
an exceptional holiday dinner.
I can never recall in all my life
One meal that was not a winner.
My mother taught me during this time
It’s not what you get, but what you give.
I have kept that value close to heart
In my profession and how I live.
So as I sat and stared into that tree
My thoughts still held back in time.
I realized my mother is still with me
Especially at Christmas Time.
Miss You Mom!!
Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2015
A spider spun a silver web
in a mound of golden straw,
Then he hid himself inside the stack,
away from the wind so raw.
He yelled down to the sheep below
Who were trying to huddle close,
“It’s times like this that I wish there was
a fire for a mutton roast.
For winter had come upon the land
and his barn was deathly cold,
He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night
if the truth of it were told.
He tried to dream a dream of hope
to get him through the night,
But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep
because of a blinding light.
A star was shinning down on them
as if the sun in mid-day glory,
The little spider had yet to learn
of the coming Christmas story.
Below was a ewe with her lamb
both snuggled up together,
Trying their best to keep warm
in the cold of the winter weather.
“I’d never trade places with you anyway,”
the mother sheep bleated out,
“Why are you so happy in your hate
to lend voice to pain and doubt?”
The light from heaven kept them awake
and staring in wide wonder,
When two weary travelers entered in
and the straw became their plunder.
The little spider became dislodged
as a nest of straw was piled,
And he could see that one of the travelers
was very great with child.
The three companions watched it all;
they’d never seen a human being born,
They were all surprised when at his birth
There came the peal of an angelic horn.
A herald’s call went out to all the land
announcing the newborn king,
And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh
to think of such a thing.
Because this baby was so very small
and his parents were so poor,
Yet there was something about this newborn child
that neither could ignore.
The spider looked down on the ewe
and said in a voice too bold,
“This baby needs to be swaddled now
to keep him from the cold.
Good ewe I can spin for him a cover
if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.”
So together they worked to swaddle the child
on this night of Holy peace.
The mother smiled at them all
as she took the blanket for her boy,
Then laid him in a manger poor
and they were overcome with joy.
The meaning of this wondrous event
was what made them all feel glad,
For they had brought the first gift to the Lord
by sharing what they had.
And the warmth, which they had provided the child,
also kept the three of them warm,
May the loving joy that they discovered
keep you this Christmas morn.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
It's funny how we associate things. They become one with each other. Who can imagine an Easter without the bunny, or losing a tooth and not being paid a visit by the tooth fairy. And Christmas would be unthinkable without Santa. So that is why, I guess, that I still remember one particular Thanksgiving from my youth.
Back then, turkeys at the market were fresh, not frozen and encased in plastic as they are today. They also represented an extra expense on an already tight food budget. So my mother made arrangements with the market manager to set up a layaway of sorts, paying some each week, and they promised to hold one for her.
I remember when, on the afternoon before Thanksgiving day, she sent me over to the grocer to pick up the turkey. I jumped on my bike and rode downtown to Converse Market. Walking up to the door, I found it locked. Shading my eyes, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that all the lights were off. Turns out they had closed early that day to give their employees a little more time to spend with their families.
When I returned home and told my mother what had happened, the look on her face was one of devastation. What would Thanksgiving be without a turkey? I thought my dad would be mad, but instead he just said “we've got food in the house don't we”? And we did.
So, although the letdown of a Thanksgiving without the traditional bird could have been a disaster, on that particular day, we chose instead to give thanks for what we had, and, as a family, dived into our pork chops with all the fixings.
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
Mother I love you,come close allow me to hug you
from your womb I came you embraced me as you
whispered my name,I love you,you were the first
woman to say my name with love while thanking
the lord above for giving you a baby and shedding
his love from above,my love,your motherly with heavenly
touch oh how I love you so much,I appreciate your
knowledge after doing wrong I hope you will live long to
guide me along mom I promise I will help you stand strong
when you get old,I will fold your sheets and help you eat
and rub your feet as you sit on your rocking seat
I will even read you the bible before you sleep, Oh mother
oh beautiful mother,at this present time you are young and
I am to thank you for all the things that you do thank you
happy mothers day ok.
Copyright © Elliott Bowe THe DrUnKeN POeT | Year Posted 2012
The best gift I received was a cover
In 1975 from my mother
You are thinking ‘that’s a terrible presents’
But back then we were cold, hungry peasants.
It was fluffy polyester with rayon
Or was it pink polyester and nylon?
It was labeled a ‘velvety soft mink’
Never washed it became the ‘pink stink’
I would turn myself into a taco
And feel like I’d won life’s big lotto.
Copyright © cheryle sanders | Year Posted 2012
Listen up’ here’s the scoop, and honorable day is coming.
It’s a day to celebrate mothers celebrate special woman.
Without mothers this world would be miserable and would be a real shame.
With them on the scene there is no nonsense raising children it’s not a game.
All of “us” who were blessed with a mother.
Know she is the only one and she is special above sisters and brothers.
She has always been there for her children and their problems.
Blessed by God, her job is to teach, heal, pamper as she takes care of her private kingdom.
Special in every way it’s the hardest job in her life and the best job she could have.
Staying home to provide the best schooling in life, teaching them morals and how to behave.
All of “us” who have had loving mothers should be truly thankful.
You know you have only one, and we know were blessed and are truly thankful.
The standing rock of the family she is the one that binds the household together,
She has undeniable love for her children, devotion that lasts forever.
Putting her career on hold putting it aside to be with her children to raise.
She is deserving of all allocates we can give them, thanking her on this day with love and praise.
Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2012
i don't want to be just marking
time. i died on november 20,
2008, during surgery. i was
on a vent when i awakened
december 2, 2008....my sisters'
birthday. what made me llive
i'll never know. i know there
are things to do on this side
i have no time for marking time.
i have a stupid bag hanging from
my side now. i am supposed to
"get comfortable with it". well
that was a laugh.
that was a laugh until i thought
of the people that had these
things with no hope of ever
getting away from them.
i am so lucky. 14 days i laid
on a vent, then 22 more.
i came home 3 days,
great pain in my chest...
well this is great i said,
a pulmonary emboli, 15 more
days, three days home.
then back to e.r. blood pressure
too high. this bought me
4 more days in e.r.
i am home now and finally
have spent 19 days home.
i feel every pain and i feel
every time that i feel good
yes, i am never marking
time again.....there is
something about fighting
for your life and your sanity
that straightens things out.
i don't recommend it but
i wish i could let your hearts
know what i know.
Copyright © janetta harrington | Year Posted 2009
For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did
Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight
From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid
Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night
Nature’s bounty has been squandered for too long
We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea
Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong?
Wouldn’t you prefer a world where creatures all run free?
These cages, prisons, contain endangered species
At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge
Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees
Is one hour without light enough time to recharge?
Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko’s “Beyond Earth Hour” challenge
"If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour
on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)"
Tip: Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air. I cut my utility bill in half by “dressing” for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning. In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
My daughter left for the chilly north,
and I stayed here, in warm Torbay,
but we meet up every July, in Bath,
just the two of us, for a weekend away
The city is bustling with tourists,
Japanese, Italian and French,
and because of the famous theatre,
you may even catch sight of Judi Dench
Our weekend highlight is the thermal spa,
the hot waters pumped up from the deep,
up to the open air pool on the rooftop,
the warmth of the water nearly rocks us to sleep
The view from this pool is magnificent,
the sun kissed Bath stone and the spires,
past architects dreams, now reality,
my love of this city never tires
When hunger calls, no better place to be,
the whole world's cuisine can be found,
From Spanish to Greek, Indian to Thai,
restaurants and chic bistro's abound
Alas, the weekend is over too soon,
and my daughter and I part, with a tear,
but rest assured, that we will go back,
to do it all again next year!
Copyright © Cheryl Darby | Year Posted 2015
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
If you don't mind being compared,
Repeating the many ways you cared,
The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
Every recipe, every taste,
Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
It's what I use so I won't be late,
Staying here learning to appreciate,
All the miles, trucks caring freight..
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
But if you visit my mind would quake.
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012