To sit with you in sweet content
As flinging food you cause the koi
To splash about with open mouths
While we sip wine and watch the clouds
Boil across the setting sun
Another evening has begun
This time we spend is all I wish
That time to feed the fish.
And yet
We still have more to do
The humming birds are gathering
to battle for their food
Another glass of wine perhaps
While we're still in the mood
I’m Busy
By Elton Camp
“I am busy and have no time for you.”
The real meaning do not misconstrue.
Everyone has the same amount of time
Whether the President or a ball of slime.
What you want is not important to me
So please go away and just let me be.
I want to use my time to take a look
For my pals to chat with on Facebook.
It’s just too bad if that makes you sad
It doesn’t matter that you are my dad.
Any concern for you has grown cold
Now that you are ugly, useless and old
Although you had time for me as a child
Now all you can expect is to be reviled.
Why keep it up? I will rebuff all your tries
In response will frown and roll my eyes.
I can’t expect such as you to understand
You’re nothing but an annoying old man.
When will you ever come to comprehend
That much time with you I won’t spend
Tiny smiles and helpless cries
First one then two sun lit skies
Mirrored reflection no longer me
Until the end they own my day
The wind of time blows life’s page
No longer young but far more sage
Their path is cluttered and haunts my mind
Realization I can’t fix it all
Arrows through heart each time they fall
Once so tiny, so quick so tall
I did not know they are life’s speed
Rushing madly to fulfill their need
We tried so hard yet did we succeed?
Well it now is yours, please do your best
Your mother and I now time to rest
No music nor color nor loveliness of earth tones
grips my heart - like the eyes of my grandchildren
no emotional emination - thrills me
like the motion in their step
I am elevated in their presence
taking flight from their energy
knowing all is theirs - because they believe it
upon their leaving - I must ponder
How to gather such wonder - as they are
did I ever possess the power that radiates
like the fire of certainty
that all is only now
That yesterday is past - tomorrow will wait
to devour today with laughter and love
Ahh - one time I did - I remember - I go there again
every time I see - the eyes of my grandchildren
Far away when the sun goes down
The evening steals in quietly
Settles down waiting for the night
The birds fly to their nests
The animals seek shelter
Owls and bats come out for food
The cricket starts calling
The lamps is lit in all the homes
And seated in one of the old armchairs
Is my grandmother
Keeping her feet on the cushions below
After a long hard day
Settling in with the evening
Needlework in hand
She frowns a bit then smiles again
Thinking of the time gone by
Happy memories come flooding in
Of her youth and motherhood
Suddenly comes the much awaited
Sound of the car
Announcing the arrival of her grandchildren
They all come rushing in
Hugging her one by one
They sit around the armchair
Keeping their heads on her lap
Quietly listening to her soothing voice
Telling the stories of the time long gone
The evening goes out
And in comes the night
Time for them to go
She stands up leaning on a stick
And waves to them from the door
The night is quiet and dark
She comes in again and settles down
Happy and satisfied
To wait for the evening
To pass by her cottage again.
I taste and feel the rich soil , sifting it through my fingers
Looking back on my childhood, a memory lingers
In the evening my father would take down the hoe
Mother behind..letting her happiness show
Together they'd work and talk of the day
Secret smiles, laughter.., their time to play
The garden was sustenance in a time of great need
They counted on return from every small seed
But the simple pleasure they got from the task
Is the treasure I seek, no more could I ask
My Assigned Theme...My Garden
Your a angry young man said a father to son
Came out from his lips
As he was forever giving tips
Still these words are what I remember about that frozen December
The wind was so bitter it cut me in half
But not half as much as my Father's remark
With Christmas upon us the season for giving
I sat in that cold and wondered why i was living
Why get out of bed , Why open my front door
If all i was living for was to settle a score
Valley's of excuses are an affront to the World
When your wrapped up so tightly in your own selfish World
I took you for granted like the sun in the sky
I always expected that glint in your eye
Now time has deceived us , Youv'e since been moved on
and all i can think of is our time and this place
But I promise you this ,
Ill show you a face that will light up all Space
When i next see your face
Like a juicy raw onion on an old chopping plate
I didn't take the time to appreciate
That man so great
Thinking of you bring's a tear to my eye
Why "O" Why did you have to Die !
A button nose and big brown eyes
turned to Grandma in surprise.
Now a giggle or maybe a sigh,
he's a big boy now, he won't cry.
Ten wonderful years have flown away
wish my grandson could always stay.
But then it might not be as much fun,
our time wouldn't be such a special one.
This year for the first time he took the train
for a visit too short, then he was gone again.
But in my heart he's always near
just like his Dad, right in here.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Michael Jordan's
"Inside The Heart" contest ---------------
Finally time to let go.
Let the curtain fall,
I will be the next one you call.
I am no stand up comedian,
I can hardly sing at all.
But guaranteed I will be at the casting call.
Strive to be the best I can,
push myself as far as I can go.
But now, it is the time to let go.
I have never been an angry person.
I have never been so stressed.
But it is time to let go, now.
It is time to clear my head.
I have dragged myself this far,
Now I must pick up the pieces.
Pick up the pieces and move on.
No longer can I dwell on the things I can never change.
It is time to move on,
I have been dragging this out for far too long.
But no more will I shed a tear for you,
My life is too full to let you pull me under.
I consider myself to be moved on.
I have let go.
I live fourty five minutes away from
my grand babies whom I miss everyday,If I
had a choice I would give everything away.
Just to touch them everyday as
I got the grand babies blues.
Shortly they'll be the host to
my heart that will be time to rejoyce
with moist tears touching our face.
Enjoying our time of play but
knowing grandma cannot stay,And no she
cant be swayed but know she will have
the grand baby blues while she is away.
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