Frieda Kahlo.
I am not a memorable
anything.
Insert the echo…Echo…
Coo…co…Costco.…
I’m coming to you
for a membership.
There is an insufferable echo ..,.
is anyone there?
Can anyone hear me?”
This is so the movie ‘Titanic. ‘
This is so 1997, which is so
Old for younger readers.
I was eleven
like my son
and everyone, once.
I didn’t tap dance
to tomorrow
when I realized
that tomorrow
may or may not count.
Happy Birthday, Tom
Another beautiful year with relatives and friends.
The beautiful wedding at Pioneer village, where Tom and Gail married,
With the horse drawn carriage driving past.
Antje was a flower girl,
Gwen was a bridesmaid.
The exquisite house you purchased,
The blessed event when your children Patrick and Frieda were born,
The honorable days as a teacher and friend,
Now happily retired.
The beautiful days at your trailer,
What blessings, we remember our Father Dr. Wolf and Dr. Erika.
I hope you have a healthy and happy year,
Many years to come.
Your children are very accomplished ,
The nice letters Frieda writes ,I enjoy receiving them.
I am very proud of your children , my niece and nephew.
I hope that you have an excellent day with your relatives and friends.
God bless you on your birthday,
Have a wonderful day from your sister Gwen and relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Whittchurch picnic, favorite days with my relatives,
Many years ago, a beautiful picnic by the lake.
We had a nice picnic table by the lake,
Our brother Tom found this magnificent place, thanks Tom.
Good company and delicious foods,
i have a picture of this good experience at home.
We bought a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken and
received a complimentary beach ball,
The children enjoyed playing with the beach ball, they would toss that to and fro.
Tom with young Patrick, Frieda and his wife Gail,
Mom with her sons Kirk and Erik and grandfather Wolf and grandmother Erika.
We had sunny beautiful weather especially for our picnic,
Went for a walk, a seldom excellent place.
I like to recalling these experiences,
Days with my relatives, very harmonius.
Years later I visited my parents and their spacious trailer at Terra Cotta,
Our mother was waiting to greet us with a glass of champagne.
They have beautiful walkways,trees and chipmunks and squirrels,
What a scenic place to visit.
The traditional old-fashioned picnic is very popular,
We have many good experiences with our relatives.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Auntie Gen is wearing the same dress
she wore last year, and to
the Bennets wedding in September
It is beginning to shine with wear
Cousin Frieda brought her latest boyfriend
He has buck teeth, which is jarring
when he laughs at Phil's lousy jokes
Never seems to notice he's the only one
laughing
Twelve kiddies sit at their own table
much to the relief of grandma Katie
Her little pug farts and everyone
pretends not to smell the noxious fumes
Dad falls asleep during the game on
some sports channel that costs more than
my kids dental bills
Everyone lays around, almost comatose
Someone makes the first move to leave
met with false protestations not to go
But soon they all drift away, satiated
for another year
Diets will start tomorrow
Written by Gail DeBole on May 9, 2017
Updated by Gail DeBole on May 10, 2017
Frieda Freebie was proud she was “cheap.”
Always finding products that were “free-p.”
She saved coins with her spouse
And lived in a new house,
Paid with a pile of coins that was steep.
The Beetles
I will now write a love poem and will include
heart, souls, roses and a box of chocolate with nuts inside
but a song by the Beetles keeps getting in the way
“Will you love me as before when I`m sixty-four?”
It was in Tokyo when heard the song I was visiting a girlfriend
who was a stewardess on a liner, the song said it all.
A few days later I met a cook smelling of booze and underarm
sweat, he told me my girlfriend had a lover on the ship
a steward, I confronted the man we had a fight and I was thrown
ashore. She had stolen my heart, but I had the song;
so I will not write this love story after all,
perhaps tell you a story of Frieda, who collected monkey poo,
kept them in glass bottles and inhaled the scent
but she produced wonderful paintings.
COMMUNION
(for Frieda and Nicholas Hughes)
two pieces of buttered bread.
two glasses of ice cold milk.
communion for the children
locked inside the apartment
of a dead poet.
Copyrighted
July 21, 2011
Jim Brewer
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