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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
Here in the trash I found a wonderful thing,
Slightly sticking up from the furniture bin.
Covered in dirt with four legs and a stand,
Was a wonderful piece that needs my hand.
I reached down to grab it from within the trash,
I noticed a beautiful ruffled bright sash.
The sash was bright yellow wrapping the leg,
So I pulled it all out to see what I had.
To my amazement I found a wonderful petina,
A flowery design of old paint like verbena.
I unwrapped the sash so very carefully,
As I set it on the ground, it sets perfectly.
I put it in my truck to take this home,
A wonderful piece to fix up and call my own.
Did some careful washing and scrubbed the sash clean,
That yellow sash would look great with the light green.
Moments went by as I brushed on some varnish,
Then let it dry before I added the sash garnish.
Now, with a slight curve from the bottom of the legs,
A beautiful planter stands with a sash around the edge.
This is my story of a lone Saturday trip to the dump,
Never knowing something like this was hiding in that clump.
Katie had a habit of inviting birds home to roost.
She had a fine mansion on a street known as Troost.
Her neighbors heard trills and caws coming out of her roof.
This poem is not the only thing that can provide proof.
Katie was well known as the fix-it-up-queen.
She would fix up any fowl with feathers, even the mean.
Hawks and ravens lived in her attic along with a bat.
They were so intimidating, they frightened her cat.
The cat ran off to another home and adopted another Mom.
The best scenario, if you asked the Pelican, Petey Pee Pom.
The eagles were carnivores and demanded meat.
The penguin required ice, where they floated so sweet.
This is a mixed up mess, a house for the slightly insane.
Said a man who came to visit and got chased off by her crane.
The seagulls and pigeons constructed an army of sorts.
Her animals were well known in all the king’s courts.
You want to go out on your own for a beer
Catch up with a friend you’ve not seen for a year
Hear all the news about who’s doing what
How much they earn, and the things they have got
But your wife says now honey, stay home with me?
So you sit and stagnate as you watch the TV
The big games tomorrow you’ve tickets for two
You ask her to go, but there’s so much to do
The fence it needs painting, there’s stuff to repair
The car and the mower the tread on the stair
When the chores are all done and you’ve time that is free
You sit down and watch the big game, on TV
Its spring time its warm and how the sap rises
Your looking for love but there’ll be few surprises
She knows what you mean when you say time for bed
And will promptly announce she’s got pains in the head
So you fix up a sandwich, a nice cup of tea
Then sit there and fester and watch the TV
Let’s go to the lake we can hire a canoe
“I’m sorry I can’t I’ve got ironing to do”
We can take a nice picnic and go to the coast
“There’s no time for that, not with chicken to roast
Go off and do what you do when your free
Just leave me alone, go and watch the TV
Form:
You want to go out on your own for a beer
Catch up with a friend you’ve not seen for a year
Hear all the news about who’s doing what
How much they earn, and the things they have got
But your wife says now honey, stay home with me?
So you sit and stagnate as you watch the TV
The big games tomorrow you’ve tickets for two
You ask her to go, but there’s so much to do
The fence it needs painting, there’s stuff to repair
The car and the mower the tread on the stair
When the chores are all done and you’ve time that is free
You sit down, and you watch, the big game, on TV
Its spring time its warm and how the sap rises
Your looking for love but there’ll be few surprises
She knows what you mean when you say time for bed
And will promptly announce she’s got pains in the head
So you fix up a sandwich, a nice cup of tea
Then sit there and fester and watch the TV
Let’s go to the lake we can hire a canoe
“I’m sorry I can’t I’ve got ironing to do”
We can take a nice picnic and go to the coast
“There’s no time for that, not with chicken to roast
So go off and do what you do when your free
Just leave me alone, go and watch the TV
Form:
Once a lovely lady held me in her hands to dig holes,
in her beautiful garden full of flowers of all kinds;
we were always moving things around, here and there,
or planting new- somehow, together we found the space.
When finished she would place me against a brick wall,
of course, that is after she cleaned me, she was so kind;
during the winter she would put me in the garden shed,
then, in the spring out I would come to work with her.
One day she put me against the wall and I just waited,
the day, turned into another day, then weeks, months;
the summer ended, autumn came and went, it was cold,
I leaned on that wall all winter, I could feel the rusting.
Somehow, I knew that lovely lady was gone forever,
I was in a dark place as I watched to garden go to waste;
oh, wished I could just be thrown in the garbage,
then, the summer came and I felt a hand touch me.
It was a young woman, so pretty, she said hello,
you are just what I need to fix up this old garden;
I was so happy to get to work- and we did that day,
she told me that this was her gran's home- now hers.
Each day we worked and soon the garden was delightful,
she would sing as we worked, oh, I loved that so much;
and at the end of the day, she cleaned me very well,
and placed me safe in the garden shed not against a wall.
Walking with your eyes closed
Kids roam in the streets
as schools cry for more seats,
Many sleep in hunger
while food in the bin creeps.
Can you lend a helping hand,
rather than walk with eyes closed ?
Youth smitten by money
losing morals to iniquities,
Drenched in luxuries
a living masquerade.
Can you catechize ethics
Or still walk with eyes closed ?
Abusing nature for greed
exploiting feeble and fleece,
Plundering water and soil
looting air and oil.
Can you fix up this and end
Or blindness would you pretend ?
Proving valour in bouts of spar,
To quench this thirst in name of war,
Sitting on throne conquered in ashes,
crowned in Bloodshed.
Would you aggrandize and greet?
Treasure time, will else fleet,
And stop walking with your eyes closed.
Written Feb 22nd, 2017
For contest by Jamie
Do those cheer leaders ever finish their shower,
Does the plumber ever fix up that leak,
Does the girl hitchhiking get to her town,
On every other day of the week,
These stories and more leave me in two minds,
Whatever occurs in the end,
What starts out as a normal average day out,
Becomes savage debauchery instead,
Where all of a sudden the ideal woman craves all,
Where “We really should not” becomes “Should”,
Where the old battered bench becomes better than bed,
Where all that she wants is some wood,
I’ll never find out the end of these tales,
My mind is not strong, it’s too weak,
Because I never seem to last right up to the end,
Stuff happens and I just fall asleep.
She wakes at dawn, clock set for eight
she tried to rest- but work won't wait
cooking, cleaning, coffee to brew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Breakfast done, she clears the table
bustles down to meet with Mable
whose hydrangeas won't turn blue-
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Bea had a baby- won't stay long
just tell her what she's doing wrong
these young, new mothers have no clue
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Stopped at the diner for a bite
re-seasoned soup to make it right
rearranged all their tables, too
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Old man Gordon's in quite a state
bout of gout from some food he ate
she lectured him on what to do
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Poor Dora's marriage in distress
(her cheating husband had confessed)
told Dora the whole time she knew
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Saw her granddaughter- had to stare
then straightened perm out of her hair
so saved the day- no credit due
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Back home to get the dinner on
reminded Earl to mow the lawn-
clip the hedges, take trash out, too
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
Fell fast asleep once in her bed
dreaming of busy days ahead
advise, arrange, fix up, re-do
“Oh without me, what would they do?”
For lunch today my wife said,
husband, why don’t we eat out.
I said, Honey in these Covid times,
that’s not what I’m about.
You just sit back and rest your feet,
and let me worry about our lunch.
I have the perfect meal in mind,
you’re sure to love it, that’s my hunch.
So I pulled a pound of bacon from the fridge,
slapped it onto my heated griddle.
As soon as it hit the pan it started splattering,
I did a little dance to the sound of the sizzle.
I took a fresh from-the-garden tomato,
sliced it thick (the perfect way).
Toasted two slices of home-baked bread,
and covered them with mayonnaise.
Added just a shake of salt to it,
topped that with a crisp lettuce leaf.
Four slices of brown (but not crunchy) bacon,
makes a sandwich that goes beyond belief.
Once it was all stacked together,
I sliced it at an angle from bottom to top.
Add some BBQ Lays potato chips,
and a glass of ice-cold soda pop.
If you’ve never had one before,
there’s nothing better to satisfy your taste.
Fix up a good ole classic BLT sandwich,
trust me, there’ll be nothing left to waste.
Some say the best part of it all,
and I agree with them I must say.
Your house will smell all bacon-ey,
for the rest of the day.