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A Father's Love
When the ones
we've loved are lost,
It's from the heart
we bear the cost.
Memories pull
an emotional trigger
and the emptiness seems
to grow silently bigger.
The void that's created
seems void of a cure,
that's how we know
the love was so pure.
Something so perfect
must come from above,
heaven sent,
through our Father's love.
The warmth of his hugs,
the laughter and tears,
the times when we tested
and wrestled his fears.
All of these things
are kept deep in our hearts,
memories cherished
from never we'll part.
The grief does relent
and will slowly give way,
to smiles and gladness
and less painful days.
We come to the place,
as most people do,
when you realize life
isn't all about you.
The things that he taught us
and showed us with love,
truly were gifts
from the good Lord above.
This God given task
was another's to do,
someone taught him,
so he could teach you.
Through time we will honor
the gifts that he gave,
after the mourning
with memories we save.
Becoming the teachers
and passing the torch,
with stories to children
in swings on a porch.
A lifetime is short
no matter the years,
we all learn to wade
through our rivers of tears.
The days of a lifetime
are moments away,
from the memories of loved ones
with grievance to pay.
The strength of our love
digs the depth of our pain,
just as a rainbow
depends on the rain.
May we all
be so blessed
by our Father above,
with fathers to show us
how deeply to love.
-Jeannie Minor
Tuesday, March 10th, 2020, my daddy’s birthday.
I am anticipating next week with happiness.
Spring break! A whole week off for students and teachers.
I am one of them. We will be off this Friday, March 13th.
Friday the Thirteenth! A happy day for us, right?
Wednesday, March 11th, 2020. We are all excited.
Everyone is happy and eager about the upcoming break.
Two of my friends are retiring. I just found out.
I cannot imagine coming back without them next year.
Thursday, March 12th, 2020, 5:30 p.m.
An unexpected automatic message comes in from the school district.
All teachers and students can take Friday the Thirteenth off work.
Due to the Covid 19 virus. I have no idea what this is, but I am thrilled.
We are off for a week and a day!
Friday, March 13th, 2020. I wake up realizing I get eight days off in a row!
What to do first? I am thrilled. Painting, writing poems, cartooning.
I am a whirlwind of happiness.
Wednesday December 2nd, 2020.
It has been eight months and a half now.
My friends have retired. We were not able to give them a proper good bye.
I have had to learn an insane amount of computer programs new to me.
I am seeing my classes online, which is not nearly the same as in person.
My joyous Friday the Thirteen ended up being the start of something horrible.
I do not remember hearing the word pandemic before now.
How much more can we take? Unsure.
There was a naughty girl.
And a naughty girl was she.
For nothing would she do
but try to stop the sea.
She’d push it with her hands.
She’d stomp it with her feet.
She scream down the pulling moon.
Kick sand castles in retreat.
The was a naughty girl.
Who railed at her mother.
Often this feisty pipsqueak
would even pop her brother.
She’d take the teachers all to task.
She’d give the priest a sermon.
She’d back the bullies down the street.
They’d see who would be learnin’
It seems, she wasn’t naughty.
It seems, she was just free,
free in all the broadest sense
is what she wished to be!
5 cars of the vehicular kind merged then vanished
Drove instantly inside one another to disappear
Solid lead rained down on them as well
Melted, evaporated, the evidence presented clear
Another clue, according to the view
Proved to be conclusive to that end
Detectives drew a line with good intentions well defined
Using chalk thought to be made of calcium carbonate
Found on some rock site undisclosed, remote
A soft, white, porous, sedimentary item found in nature
Formed from strange marine life at an undersea location
Eons ago at night as if it mattered to any one
This is pure speculation, a supposition of course
A hypothesis thought to be weak at best
Yet accepted in legal circles as concrete
Science crossed their hearts and hoped to die
If their findings were a lie
Around that which they oddly called a crime
Teachers line up calculators on the vacant scene
Loaded with batteries, black boards and cameras
Chalk comes in handy for drawing cartoon cars
Students! Love your teachers for that reason
As you love being graded on a curve
Data confirmed there were 5 cars in motion
On the lot and at that location
Students in attendance testified cross-eyed
Well informed according to their word
Vehicular occurrences are rare but happen
It is reasonable to assume the sound of chalk was heard
Screeching marks along the bounderies of a curb
Within the boarders of conclusions reached where lines are drawn
On the ground remained an empty place
An echo, nothing more
Vacancy kept in its place
Over zealous detectives state the facts as found
Cars don't travel just to disappear
Covered in lead melted down to vanish
Parameters of sight are well within speed limits
In broad daylight it is easy to see clear logic
Unless the FBI become involved
Roll in like fog
Problem discovered, problem solved
When I was young my mom, like most women, donned a hat when she went out.
Dad said it added to her beauty…of this I had no doubt.
My mom had a collection of hats she stored in boxes under her bed.
So many different kinds of bonnets that sat atop her head.
Moms of today are different they go out with their heads bare
but one thing they share with Moms of the past are the many hats they wear.
If we tried to count the hats they don...we couldn’t...they go on indefinitely
Perhaps one way to approach it...is alphabetically.
Moms are:
Accountants
Babysitters
Chauffeurs...they do what
Doctors and
Electricians do…they are
Farmers
Governors
Housekeepers, and
Ice cream makers too…they are
Janitors
Kitchen and
Laundry workers, and
Maids who clean the floor…they are
Nurses
Optometrists,
Painters
Quality control inspectors and furthermore they are
Receptionists
Seamstresses and
Teachers…they can
Upholster that sofa or that chair…they are
Valets
Washroom Attendants and
X-Ray technicians…ready anytime and anywhere…they are
Yard managers and every Mom I know is also a keeper of the
Zoo
That’s 26 different hats they wear…
26 different jobs that all Moms do.
Moms are the original and still the best multi-taskers the world has ever met.
In fact, I didn’t run out of hats for them...I ran out of alphabet!
I guess it’s a good thing each job doesn’t have a hat that sits atop Moms head
for there wouldn’t be enough room to store the boxes under their beds.
They are visionaries, they are cheerleaders, so much of our existence they adorn
yet they had no experience as a mother until the day when we were born.
Because it was at that miraculous moment, despite their fearfulness and qualms
when they smiled as they looked at us and realized……’I’m a Mom.’
For that is the hat that encompasses the rest...the hat we call motherhood
and I must admit, from where I stand
Moms…you make that hat look good.
So Moms, here’s to a wonderful Mother’s Day as this poem bids you all adieu
For all the many hats you wear…
our hats are off to you.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY
Anferny was convinced that all
his problems were due to his skin,
he’d been told by teachers, and his mom,
that there was just no way to win.
He grew up believing he was part
of an awful, bigoted nation,
that he could never survive without
hand-outs and reparations.
He never tried to keep a job,
wouldn’t be caught ‘acting white,’
believed that he was a victim,
an thus had extra moral ‘rights.’
Spent all his days scraping by
on a meager monthly check,
turned to drugs to hide the fact
that his whole life was a wreck.
On welfare until he was forty,
when an overdose his heart rent,
Anferny relied on the government,
Anfery died on the government.
Savannah, she was quite a beauty,
and knew that fact all too well,
she battled her lashes and the boys
ran up as if she’d rung a bell.
But she believed she ‘needed no man,’
and always flitted from guy to guy,
content to ride on the carousel,
seeking nothing but a good time.
Until one day she was thirty-six
and decided to find a husband,
but her looks had faded noticeably,
she could no longer hook a man.
With no real skills to fall back on,
she turned desperately to the state,
she later died, alone and poor,
found with her cats eating her face.
Her final decades spent miserably,
living on other folk’s dollars and cents,
Savannah relied on the government,
Savannah died on the government.
Paul fought for his county overseas,
he did all his country could ask,
never a foe did he let escape,
he took our enemies to task.
He came home and live his life,
made good money as an auctioneer,
until three years later when he went
to a veteran’s doctor in fear.
He’d found a lump, and the biopsy
showed it to be a malignant growth,
a cancer that was aggressive,
it was a hard and heartbreaking blow.
They began chemotherapy,
but they started it too late,
because of bureaucratic fools
who'd made a paperwork mistake.
By the time they got it right
his last remaining strength was spent,
Paul had trusted in his government,
Paul died on his government.
Who would videotape themselves on U-tube?
I felt they must be conceited, pompous, or arrogant.
But then the Pandemic hit, and she hit our area hard.
The Kansas City schools shut down from March 12th to March 11th.
For one whole year we were online.
We teachers learned to be flexible and willing to learn new apps.
I taught myself Google, Zoom and U-tube.
Today I have my own U-tube channel with my lessons.
I never thought that would happen.
Never ever.
Suddenly I opened up to the idea of U-tube.
It is more interesting than I had ever guessed.
I now know how to draw a Star Wars Storm Trooper
And my granddaughter knows how to crochet a strawberry.
We can both thank U-tube.
trust is a hard thing to earn, and an easy thing to break
just one sentence can send the trust you had in someone shattering to pieces
the betrayed debris piercing your heart
once trust is broken it can never truly be healed
its not like a broken car or toy that can be mended
but rather more like a scrunched ball of paper
no matter how much you try to mend it
the betrayed secrets will always be written there along the tears and creases
when we are young, our teachers tell us that telling someone our problems halves them
once we are older we understand that confiding in someone can double our worries instead
trust is fragile and must be handled with care but too often it lands in the hands of someone careless
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(10/3/14)
It was the first thing put on GODS list
So why do we question if angels exist?
They are his soldiers the guardians of earth
They have been here since humanities birth,
And since the world began giving GOD a helping hand.
Like everything in life it is a chain of command
That all of us should understand.
Not all who perish get their wings
You had to accomplish certain things
Trying to keep the commandments of GOD
No matter how difficult, no matter how hard.
Then there are the earthly angels who are always by your side
These are your teachers, they are your guides.
You’ve heard the expression “an angel was watching over you “
That is so very true.
They are with you until when the LORD decides
This is the last moment of your time.
If you still don’t believe in angels then that’s a shame
Because in their book they have your name!
Just like SANTA with his naughty and nice
This is the one who will take you to paradise.
Maybe we’ll meet on the other side
And you will tell me how you changed your mind.
The power of God.' Breaks forth unguessed in surprising all
He is always at His best..As a spring appears in desert wastes
So instrutcion and prophesy fill a space.' A mouth a screen?
A song line or more..The artist even unconsciously is a door.' The window closes..That door gets shut.' through many
Transposes on lifes often dimly lit road, there is such interaction many glimpses are showed.' Yet where are
The teachers? The prophets, or the wise.? They are staying
Dumb and silent.' Are they blinded by lies.? Where there
Should be enquiriy at the feet of the Lord.' There is false
Knowledge and thesis that are wholly of 'this world.' No
Growth is expected.? As war and pestilence hit.' As many teachers teach drivel..Thats the whole.. And true sum; of it '