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Nothing in my life has ever been anything like this.
When I started my company it was nothing but bliss.
I invented a company called “The Edit Centre”
Back in ’86, I was quite the inventor.
The business model was to transfer movie film and edit videos
So family memories would last forever, don’t you know.
From the day business opened we on a roll
People came from far and wide, it soothed my soul.
From $30,000 we grossed the very first year,
To 60 then 90, I had no fear.
I bought $1000’s and $1000’s of video toys,
The public loved it, so they could enjoy.
The growth in the business lasted about 13 years.
We peaked at $427,000.00, I still had no fear.
Slowly but slowly, things began to erode.
I knew not what the future would bode.
So I did what many major companies have done
I fired employees, sent them on the run.
I ended up doing more of the work on my own
And in 2006 I made more money than I’d ever known.
My accountant was pleased, said I finally learned how to make money.
Even though I was grossing far less, I was making a tonny.
The bank told me my house had great value, have this wad of cash.
So I began to remodel, was having a blast.
So I borrowed a quarter million to fix up the place
Created a palace, the times seemed to be great.
I was paying $3000.00 a month on the equity line.
Felt what I was doing was not out of line.
Then came 2007, well before the economy collapsed.
Sales dropped $75,000, what kind of relapse?
What was I doing that was so wrong?
I began living in a world I didn’t belong.
Technology was beginning to alter my life.
The market I owned was cut like a knife.
Fewer and fewer needed the services I provided.
Since 2008, I’ve been highly misguided.
But I was stubborn, said this couldn’t continue.
Took all of my savings to save the only thing I knew.
Owned a beautiful building on a main thoroughfare.
Spent every dime to save it, I didn’t care.
But business continued to get worse and worse
I vowed to survive, could I be cursed?
I remodeled the building and opened an art gallery
Thinking with no inventory costs, I might make a salary.
Of course my gallery couldn’t have been more mistimed.
Who in 2009 had the reason to spend another dime.
The upside was that the building had a facelift.
And I was able to sell it, that was a gift.
Some things I thought would never change -
it would always be "us three",
I try so hard to understand
why that wasn't meant to be.
The smiles, fun, and laughter;
the jokes we'd throw around,
Are now but distant memories
planted in the ground.
Only unlike seeds they do not wait
come spring to sprout anew,
They're trying to hide in the depths of my mind;
this year no flowers grew.
I had thought it would be like a rubber ball
and bounce right back to my grasp,
Yet I never had known that this friendship of ours
was made of fragile glass.
So when it came crashing down that day last month,
I almost didn't care,
For my perfect life had that perfect ball
that wouldn't need repair.
But the glass it cracked so harshly,
flinging pieces once so strong,
Could these sharp and hurtful shards
have been here all along?
I'm trying not to blame you,
but blame you I just might,
My pride is stubbornly in the way;
if I'm wrong I still am right.
For fairness we'll say we were both at fault,
clearly misunderstood,
And it could've ended there with a sorry that said
"I tried the best I could".
But the hurt took residence within you
until it overcame your heart
As the best friends since first grade
began to drift apart
I tried! I visited!
I texted! I called!
Only to receive unfriendly coldness
in the face of it all.
Not once did I text back a rude response
though I, too, ached with hurt
I forced on fake friendliness
while your remained curt.
Why didn't you inquire
about things on my end?
One who takes, but not gives,
do you call that a true friend?
Now instead of "us three",
I'm left with "us two"
But what's sadder than that
Is that you're left with...you.
You got lost there, in the place that whispered
"all is being lost",
But avoiding me just didn't work-
our paths were bound to cross.
So as we try our best to reconnect;
change craziness to sane,
I just want to say I'm sorry
for all the hurt and pain.
So the smile now, it's real today-
I'm not angry or upset,
But no glue in the world can fix up this crack
for I simply cannot forget.
Long ago on some days, yet not so long on others,
I do so recall those days when I was yet a mother.
Days of being careless and having fun,
Not having to be responsible for anyone.
Then one day, a mother is what I became,
Where nothing again was ever quite the same.
The day of birth, we had our official introductions,
Yet, none of you came with a list of instructions!
With each new additional child
Came more issues to be reconciled.
There was no easy and set rules
Nor was I given the necessary tools.
I was not as prepared as I thought,
And most days, I admit, I was overwrought.
That did not mean I did not love you five,
For you each made me feel more alive.
I admit, as a mom, I may have messed up,
Yet, I always was able to find a fix-up.
With you all, I was profound and spellbound,
For no greater love could ever be found.
Now that you all are mostly grown,
And my nest you have certainly flown.
Ever reminded that I am no longer needed,
Also, it seems, at every turn, I am impeded.
Though, some, find my advice and affection offending,
My heart burst with love for you all that is never-ending.
I knew you all would grow up and move out someday,
Yet the feelings are so much more than just dismay.
I am alone, awaiting messages or calls,
Yet, nothing is heard inside these four walls.
When my husband leaves for work each day,
I am usually left with nothing but disarray.
Please always know I love and miss you all,
I also miss all the chaos and even the brawls,
That comes with having children around
Yet, silence is all that can now be found.
Just as I was not prepared on the day you were born,
No one told me I would be left feeling so forlorn.
Reminded daily that I no longer matter
My feelings and heart were all about to shatter.
One day, easier these feelings will become,
Until then, this despair I try not to succumb.
Always know that no matter your qualm,
I always have been and will be your mom.
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
It seems as if fate itself has crossed
my path once again
This time with the complete polar
opposite cards in tow
Offering me the same deal but this
time in reverse
When 1st he came he set in motion
the opportunity and circumstances
I was enabled to buy my grandad and
mother's family home
Now recently as this past week
circumstances have changed and
what began as an initial thought or
contemplation of selling has morphed
into an actual plausible reality
A house on our road someone bought in
order to fix up to sell on but decided instead
to give it to his son to move into
So out of curiosity I thought id ask him
if he was interested in buying mine and
the next morning he came a knocking
at my door
He came inside took 1 look around and
asked me what price I wanted for it
went away only for a little while later
to tell me
Yes he wanted to buy it all I had to do
was give him the go ahead and he would
get the ball rolling straight away
So from an inkling of a thought in less
than 3 days I have gone from thought
to having to make my mind up and
a life changing decision
And am I supposed to or should I take
all of these occurrences falling into place
somehow as a sign , serendipity or good luck
Destiny or fate either way it looks as if a
massive life change in my future is a foot
I like and much prefer change rather than
the every day norm as it offers little in
the form of excitement and something
to look forward to
I just hope I am not about to make a
monumental mistake that I will come
to regret
But hey as they say nothing ventured
nothing gained
And at least I won't have to spend any time
wondering what would have happened
if I hadn't tried it or given it a go
Bonus is I get to keep all of my most
precious treasured memories as
they aren't up for sale I get to keep for life
Whereas a house that doesn't feel like a home
anymore is merely bricks and mortar
Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way
back.
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane wings dislodge future assaulters of ankles.
I always liked sighs in the summer.....those sweet drones were the tones of freedom.
In the distance you hear Shirley scream as Brad tells EVERYBODY she likes Ralph...
You knew you should be gettin' home, but, confound it, this one brief moment was yours.
Eternal.
There was a sound, like a shell to the ear, of all you had learned, escaping as if under
pressure.
To thwart it was to stop a tsunami with an umbrella.....ineffectual....unnoticed.
But, also vacant, was common sense; probably why I went Jake's way that day....
Oh, he was there, lurking...lying in wait for my almost clock-work arrival.
Many a day I had screamed a million insults at him as he chased me like Satan,
Hoping "today" wasn't the day he caught up with me.
His exhalations never sounded labored, as if he was letting me get ahead.....
But not today!!!!!.....I JUMP......He LUNGES......and his teeth gain purchase on my seat!!!!
However, I escape....My bottom, that much cooler than it was before and will probably be
later!
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Home.......... you see mom in the kitchen, drinking sun tea and waiting for you to arrive....
"So, How was school?"..."Uh, fine, I guess." "What did you learn today?"......."Uh, to never
underestimate the value of Gym Class!!"......"Well," she says, "if you took home economics,
you'd be able to fix up your pants before Dad gets home and sees your underwear!!"......
Parents NEVER respect an Adventurer's near-fatal exploits!!!
The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree,
Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see,
Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway
A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh.
The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke,
She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk.
But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by,
An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry.
The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun.
They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son!
The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise,
When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes.
But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make,
Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake.
He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint,
He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't.
On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot.
For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot".
I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore;
For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door.
It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed.
No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list,
But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year
That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here.
We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan.
We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man.
With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same
When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.
Black girl and Indian boy
She is a black girl
In the church choir
He would see her pasting
By the fence wire
He fell in love with her
But they never talk before
And everyday in the yard
He waits to see her at four
He is an Indian boy
Work in his father company
He is an only child
They have a lot of money
She is a poor girl
Living down the line
She goes to church
She’s so polite and kind
One day he sees her
And He starts to say hello
See his father coming home
So he just leaves a go
But his father sees him
And he mad for so
He said if you to talk to that girl
You leave the house and go
What the hell you talking
To that black girl in the trace
If any body see you
How I going to show my face
It has very rich family
With a nice girl in toco
We done fix up for you
This Sunday we have to go
Well he didn’t sleep all night
He love this girl so dearly
And if he don’t do something
Then his future he can see clearly
Next morning he knocks on her door
She face lights up with a smile
He said if it’s ok with you
Need to talk to you for awhile
I have always love you
But was to shy to say
And if you love me to
I will leave my father house today
His father disown him because
She’s black and he’s an Indian
But they married that week
Now have two beautiful children
Parents need to understand
You can’t control your children mind
When they are grown
Their own happiness they will find
God created a world for us
With such beautiful nature
Life would be so boring?
If we all were the same color
We live in a world today
Every race thinks they are superior
But no matter what religion you are
There is only one Almighty savior
Note
(Try to put your best Scottish accent on when reading this one)
Disguarded fae the workplace, rusted red distorted frame.
Mangled handles reachin' oot like a wee disguarded bairn.
Were ye pushed aroon' a factory,heavin' loads or liftin' grain.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Wer' ye wheeled aroon' all day in the snaw an' wind an' rain.
Yer tyre treed is bare noo an' has seen far better days.
You've been a mate tae many wi' the heevy loads you've raised.
Yer bolts an' axles aches an' pains are a burden o' yer past.
Manufactured in the 60s an' for sure wir built tae last.
After all yer toil an' efforts,the flickers gone noo fae yer flame.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Old wheelbarrow,a ponder fae whit walk o' life ye came.
Did you carry sand or rubble, did ye muck oot on the fairm?
Yer buckets lying twisted like a face that's had a batterin'.
As the rain hits aff your rusty hinge, i hear a pitter-patterin'.
Ye look like you've been there a while,as yon weeds make ye their home.
Wi' yer pal lyin' there down at yer side ,old flattened traffic cone.
Old wheelbarrow, a ponder fae whit walk o' life you came.
Your future's no' too bright but we all can say the same.
'Cause oor country's in a rut right noo and it's all hands to the pumps.
The pension age has risen and we're all doon in the dumps.
Old wheelbarrow i ponder,will i fix up yer old frame?
And work ye till you drop (again!) It's oor Governments main aim.
(Well done,good ascent! Pour yourself a wee whisky,now)
Her name was Ethel....(yes, like the gasoline)
She smelled of menthol...(much like Vick's Vaseline)
A long time neighbor, from down the lane
She was married twice...(or was it thrice?)...
A widowed lady, we knew her well
A bit disgruntled, and a bit dismantled
A bit unusual.....a bit disturbed
and most the time, seemed quite perturbed!!
And as a kid....of her, I feared!
So scared of her that when she came .....Holy Moly, off I'd run!
And hide away..........'til she was gone!
She was a mix of ice.....a tad of nice....
But my mother trusted her sage advice
She had a cure for most everything....some seemed rather sensible
Some quite extreme!!!
The worst indeed..............(Please excuse my dilemma!)
She believed in the (OMG!!) THE ENEMA!!
(Well....now you can see .....just why I hid!!)
And castor oil..............gahhhhhh.......how disgusting!!
Should only be used when parts are rusting!!!!!!
And an old rag wrapped and rubbed on your wart
Then into a hole.....dug out by the fort....
Yep!! Now, why would a dishrag buried in the yard
Could have such power to rid.................................A WART??
Ridiculous notions....all of her potions......but...
Golly, Gee Whiz! , I'll have to say...
That I've been wart free.........since buried rag days!!
Oh, Miss Ethel..............perhaps you were weird....
but you would fix a mother's fears...
Could you still fix-up all my own....
all of my fears....after all these years?
Just NO MORE ENEMAS!!! Please Miss Ethel.....
Oh !! my dear !!
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A Gothic Revival Quest
Pillars in light fashionable decorum sets the standard
Those high rise structures with heavenly interior
The holy oblation lead to the ultimate construction
In matters of trust we can maintain a humane aura
A heart that devised the good of humanities stake & claim
An old lady named Grier used to live in it's dwelling
A structure well kept yet needs a fix up with the plumbing
Grier used to frequent her yard with it's barbed wire fence
Tragedy had claimed her late husband's life that left her alone
She carries on with a smile in her lone desolation
A mere place for rest like a long awaited vacation
With sincere love in her heart she would often sing
Letting in the sunshine inside her brilliant dwelling
A noted poet herself used to write to her hearts content
The fashion of her study was filled with perfume & appeal
Stacks of books lined the way the went to her parlor
She made music in her head as she was getting ready to sleep
A sincere whisper of gratitude would always be nestled at her feet
For Grier was living smooth to the natural eye
Sought back the pain from within with a simple sigh
She dedicates her home to the loving hands of almighty God
Enough to give her courage amidst a darkened cloud
Silently awaits the true love to come through the door
A beacon of light to a much hurting world in need
Soft lace now decorates the rug with plush moderation
A sip of tea will bring forth a new year's resolution
She has gained yet also has lost humanities heaviest cost
With four walls of gothic revival in her unique quest