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I was raised on sarcasm, and criticizing ways
I picked myself apart, and threw myself to the crows daily
It was what we did; it was our norm,
and I had to fit in.
No one liked me at my house, I was the odd one.
The blue sheep, not even good enough to be black.
I knew it, felt it, but was not wise enough yet to understand
It was not me, it was them…..
When I fell in love, I formed my own family.
I said “I love you” and hugged, and did things I had wanted done.
To me.
Things that had not happened.
When I grew up I noticed things had changed.
My mother could hug my daughters and say “I love you” to them.
She could even say it to my husband and mean it.
I was the last one she could hug.
It was a stilted hug, but it was enough.
I recognized now it was her, not me.
I am still a blue sheep, but glad to be one now.
Proud of being me.
My creativity keeps me different,
I am grateful and happy, and have thrown sarcasm into the trash.
I finally figured out how to never pick myself apart again.
The crows are not happy, but I am.
We are watching a TV show when a little argument ensues.
My husband and I have known each other since age four,
So this is not uncommon by any means.
We can still argue like five year olds.
He says something especially nasty which is quite unlike him.
BAM! One of the kitchen cupboards slams.
All talking ceased. The only other person in the house is the dog.
And she is sleeping at our feet.
I can hear my heart beating. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.
I cannot move. I am completely paralyzed.
The slamming stops.
I say to my husband “what was that?”
He says “That was my mother.
She did not like my tone of voice with you.”
His mother has been gone since May 28th of 2012.
We have heard this two times after this night, luckily, in the day time.
To my husband
That choose to never be there
That choose everywhere but here.
In the physical and emotional
Always choose to disappear
From the end to the beginning
Was never self aware
His actions spoke the loudest
His words was never spoken
From here all trust with in was broken
Barriers are built with every broken promise that was made
Soon the love that once was there
Feels as if it fades
He points his finger
And passes the blame
Never looking at his own actions
Never feeling a grain of the pain
Never truly looking in his own reflection
Just always projecting
To the father of my children
Who choose to never be here
Who choose everywhere but here
In the physical and emotional
The damage done is already there
Year after year turns to resentment
Beyond repair
One thing leads to another
But they just wanted you there
Again you choose everywhere but there
Two boys one father that choose to disappear
Blaming others for his action
Not seeing the truth that was there
Now one family lost in despair
Left wondering if he would ever choose to be here
Do-B-Do was my first cat as an adult.
I really wasn’t sure I even wanted a cat.
My ex wanted a kitten and I gave in,
we picked the sweet fluffy female one.
She was a grey tabby with yellow eyes.
I soon fell in love with her, she was feisty!
She loved to lay with me at night and
snuggle up to my chest, purring for hours.
She was my best friend and made me laugh.
She had a unique cry, like a Siamese breed.
My ex was not very kind and sometimes explosive.
He became angry and I remember hiding her,
she quietly stayed put in the laundry basket.
I think she knew what was happening, that
I was protecting her from the monster.
She was with me through some dark times.
She helped me through deaths and a divorce.
She cuddled with me every night for years.
She was very jealous of my attention to others,
but warmed up to my husband right away.
She adapted to having six cat siblings
and moving to a new place to live.
She loved to chatter at the birds.
She would sit and wait at the window to watch.
I never let her run free outside, afraid to lose her.
She lived to be twenty-two years old.
Her kidneys were failing, we tried to save her.
I remember looking her in eyes that day.
She said to me it was time to let her go as
I saw a vision of an orange colored tabby.
I was so heartbroken after her death.
I decided it was time for another female cat.
I went to the animal shelter and there she was,
a beautiful calico cat, I knew this was the cat for me.
That day Ru-B was adopted and I felt at peace.
8/8/2020
Contest: All Pets Go To Heaven
Sponsor: Constance La France
I am a cartoonist and I draw them swiftly, only me to please.
Whimsy intrigues me so my art is full of faeries and bees.
Painting brings me such joy, I work on ten paintings at a time.
My art supplies are expensive, but they help me feel sublime.
My intuition has saved me from many mistakes in life
I feel I am an empath, a healer, a mom, grandma and wife.
Many comment on my ability to be young at heart.
It is because I have been around children from the very start.
I work in a school, and my students keep me happy.
I credit them with my sense of humor, it is pretty fun and snappy.
I have been married to my husband since forever and a day.
I cannot imagine my life without him in any kind of way.
Our two dogs keep us laughing, they are hilarious all the time.
We have children too, but our canines keep us fresh and fine.
Thirty-seven moves in my married life.
I jumped into each new situation ready to make friends.
There is almost always something I like about everybody.
I drag them home to introduce them to my husband.
He’s not as fond of people as I am.
Now I had friends.
Bam!
We moved again.
One time a minister came to welcome me to the neighborhood.
She was too late. I had been there a month.
I was rude, because I was busy packing.
Moving again.
Another time my children got on a school bus with three gerbils.
To give them away, because we were moving across country.
Two enormous dogs and three cats were enough trouble for the car ride.
Moving became my way of life.
People asked if my husband was in the military.
They knew I wasn’t because I did not have combat boots.
He didn’t either, but no one knew him or me.
Because we were always moving.
my husband rushes to warn me about the storm coming
I already know! The dogs and I have run outside.
My arms are outspread. I am dancing; they are jumping, excited.
drops of cold rain are coming down into my eyes,
because my head is raised, my mouth is open.
a storm! I scream to my husband! A real storm!
I begin to twirl; arms outstretched.
My dogs are wimps; they run to the porch.
Hiding behind Daddy as I dance and swirl myself.
“You will get hit by lightning!” he warns me.
I do not care. I love a storm; I defy lightning to get me.
There is always a fresh feeling in the air after a true storm.
I cannot wait for God to replenish us with his wrath.
I often ask MYSELF,
What if I wasn't LEFT?
"Would I have been deceived if I wasn't ALONE?"
Of course, I will never know, but yet I wonder ON.
The greatest BLESSING was a very valuable LESSON about communication
in relationships. It's vital to consult with your spouse
when faced with situations and matters which one is not
used to EXPERIENCING. My life had started out so rich and
FULFILLING. But I met someone I never knew with whom I was
dealing. I ask myself, "Why was I so WILLING?" I had a husband
and everything a person could WANT, with foods tastier than
those in the finest RESTAURANT. I'm sure that our Father God was
filled with good plans for us, but I allowed a stranger to step
in and cause me to forget or ignore what God had said to my husband
and me. In retrospect, I should have at least asked for my husband's
opinion or ignored the stranger altogether. The stranger twisted God's
words just enough to deceive me. I'm not BLAMING my husband for
not STEPPING in to shut the mouth of the stranger, nor am I saying that
I needed a knight in SHINNING armor, but I have always wondered about
my interaction with the stranger, and the manner in which I APPROACHED
my husband left us with so little HOPE. I believed the stranger, and my
husband believed me. In one of if not the greatest dialogues in human
history, God's command was left out of the entire equation. I and my husband suffered the consequences, not of ignorance, but of our disobedience to God.
Underneath the earth you lie
Unable to see Bay Area fog nor sky.
Forty full years undergound,
Unable to hear any sound?
Or see a smile?
You loved life with a passion!
And such an adventurous soul,
my dear husband, you.
You brought mirth wherever you went.
Spreading your soul's glittering confetti!
You dreamt more than most men ever do,
Far exceeding "making it in the world."
I, your wife, has far out written and outlived you.
The famous author, you longed to be.
How terribly sad, such irony.
You left this earth four decades ago.
And those of us who knew you~
We all loved you so!
After all, you were our beloved amigo!
You remain forever inscribed on my soul.
And as for our adventurous life together,
"Il mio, uomo!"
Panagiota Romios
3/26/2019
When you came to my life,
I do not remember when I started wanting to be your wife.
Your innocent proposal to me made me spellbound,
My mind had to take no second thought's round,
to say a 'YES' and spend the rest of my life in your arms,
ever increasing my life's charms.
Your capacity to hear,
sometimes makes my eyes shed down a tear.
You always hear my woes,
which many a times keep you on your toes,
preparing ideas for dealing with my foes.
You've been a professional mentor,
who always occupies my heart's center.
You've a poor sense of humor,
but I've never seen you spread any rumor.
It's not that we never fight,
which has given us days both dark and bright,
But Promise me, Promise me- We would always do things that are right,
And I promise you that I would always think of you with a smile before closing my eyes every night ....
-Love Wify to her Dear Hubby on his 30th B'day