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There are certain smells, sights,and tastes,
which will always remind me of Grandma.
The yellow of freshly molded butter;
thin, floral china tapping on a white porcelain tabletop;
the frail softness of my own thin skin,
veined now with the tracery of hard work,
Mother’s work, like her hands were.
Rows of gladiolas bright, so bright
in the warm August sun of Maine
lined up like the Crayola crayons;
she always had waiting for me.
The sweet, strong, scent of onions
sizzling in a black cast iron fry pan.
Red-blue, blue-black, venison
popping in her homemade butter.
All memory of the deer,
who gave its all for our meal, past.
The acridly sweet smell of propane gas,
from a kitchen stove,
mixing with the wood smoke and soot
from the living room heater.
Even pennies make me smile,
and remember Grandma.
As I sat on the scrap wool hand-braided rug,
at five, counting the coppers,
she had saved for me!
Books! The joy of a hard cover,
pictures laced with Jesus and Moses.
Tales of God and the little children;
but God was not my world, Grandma was.
The softness of her bosoms, as she held me.
The black mesh netting, that held her silvered-black hair.
How she held my small hand on wood walks.
Lady slippers, acorns, pug noses…
Dandelion yellow, fried dandelions,
hand dropped fat-fried doughnuts,
and the tang of Winesap apple,
Apple vinegar.
Grandmother never leaves me;
I hold her near my heart
To MY bosom, always, where she held me.
Playing with the kittens
Full of scratches I was gettin
Sitting in the apple tree for hours
Dreaming of how God chose the colors of the sky
Watchfully gazing
As the clouds passed by
Long walks on the farm with dad
Training the beagles
But what I loved the most
Talks on the porch sitting so close
PUPPIES everywhere nibbling, cuddling
Huge smiles
There’s nothing better as a child
Hanging upside down on my swing set
Still wondering about God’s paint set
How much fun God must have everyday
To start the morning off with such delightful play
Catching bees, lightning bugs and baby birds that had fallen
Running from the bees and the momma birds
That were calling
Riding in the back of the truck with my uncle
When he went to feed the cows
Do kids get to do anything
That cool now
With my grandma Id sew
Small creations of the day
She always put out
Proudly on display
Braids dangling from my cowboy hat
Shooting my pop gun at the cat
Watching Roy Rodgers
Not missing a day
He was my hero
And still is today
Sneaking so silently
With my butterfly net
But never close enough
Could I get
No video games
Not much tv
Please explain to me what you did
All I can say is that it was
A great time to be kid
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You foolish boy!
What have you done!
Come son, come!
Cast out yourself,
‘cause it’s the demon
that’s goin' ruin you.
Child, get that big black bible;
the King James Version is better
‘cause it’s written in the old tongue.
Read boy, read!
Read a Psalm,
and ask God to help you.
Spill your guts to God boy;
don’t bottle in the devil.
Those demonic lies,
that come from your lips,
cause heavens to close their eyes.
You cause me so much pain boy,
even at your birth.
Come on, read!
Maybe someone curse that very day
I brought you to this earth.
Read yourself a new life.
Ask the father for new hands,
so you won’t steal again.
Ask him for a heart and a new brain,
so you won’t remember.
Pray son!
Pray, according to God’s will.
Let that foul spirit go.
Ask God for amnesty
for the innocence you kill.
Go wash the curse from your pores child;
use the oil the chaplain gave you.
It's goin' be alright,
everything is goin' be alright.
Daylight goin' bring peace.
My heart exhales with delightful ease.
the morning will bring some peace,
the morning will bring me peace.
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YOUR CHANGES
The heat of mid-day slowing down your pace,
I watched as all your world was put in place.
Your changes from a girl to who you'll be,
I witnessed; others could not even see.
Too close to you, I guess, to see your eyes,
and still they never guess, how time it flies,
As God was re-arranging who you'll be,
I thanked Him that no one could see but me.
Each morning I could see someone made new.
Each evening someone else was there in you.
And Heaven knows I worshiped who you'll be
Your changing, no one ever saw but me.
Your photographs show changes God has done,
but who has witnessed but for me--no one.
DEAR DADDY,
YOU KNOW DADDY, WE DONT UNDERSTAND MUCH ABOUT THE WAR,
BUT, WE DO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS YOUR ARE FIGHTING FOR.
AT NIGHT, WHEN MOMMY AND US, KNEEL DOWN TO PRAY,
WE ASK GOD TO WATCH OVER YOU EVERY DAY.
WE KNOW YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GO AND FIGHT,
BUT, THANKS TO YOU, WE KNOW WE'RE SAFE FOR ANOTHER NIGHT.
SOME OF OUR FRIENDS HAVE DADDIES OVER THERE TOO,
THEY MISS THEIR DADDIES AS MUCH AS WE MISS YOU.
WELL IT'S TIME FOR BED AND TO SAY OUR PRAYERS, SO MOMMA CAN TUCK US IN TIGHT.
WE'LL BE SURE TO ASK GOD TO SEND EXTRA ANGLES TO WATCH OVER YOU TONIGHT.
LOVE,
UR LITTLE GURLS
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