Recollections flutter
Behind my eyes
Like autumn leaves
Scattered by the wind.
Dreams send out tentacles
Into time long past
Calling memories up from
Obscurity into light.
A phantom path leads back
Into the dusty library
Of forgotten treasures
Where there’s an Easter party
With a magician
Who pulls out coins from
Our hair and ears.
Another page reveals
A sudden rainstorm and
Laughter of two lovers
Picnicking on the slope
Of green grass under a bridge.
I see a sleepy newborn
At his mother’s breast
And, later, taking
Those wobbly first steps.
There’s our fiftieth anniversary
With all the children
And grandchildren gathered,
And Great Grandma’s
Ninetieth birthday party
With relatives from everywhere.
I see happy days at golden beaches,
Trips to exotic, faraway places,
And so much more.
No pages are left that tell
Of the sad or unhappy.
Time has erased those or left
The leaves dimmed and faded.
At the shorter end of life
It’s the joyous memories
I hold dear, as I reach back
Into the hidden recesses,
And open the pages of my mind.
Categories:
ninetieth, happiness, me, memory,
Form: Free verse
She would be ninety-two today
if I had my way
Back to where we were
Fast approaching her ninetieth annual Day.
But now I feel too anonymously alone.
She took my best self memories with her.
I wanted to go a bit further to life's bone
with her empathic comfort skills
expanding our mutual listening ZeroZone.
She often cautioned
against going too far alone
too fast
to speak denser wisdom
preferred traveling together
far past
today's too volatile weather.
I miss her custodial care
And listen for her fast and far accessed awareness
together born of ancient DNA solidity
returning her most resilient revisiting integrity
Within this slow-paced dare,
our timelessly untraveled changing day
and night right time
to renew her listening care
more internally unspoken rhymes
compared to her
more accomplished communal way.
She must be ninety-two today
when I've had my best way
Far back to where we are
Fast approaching each ReBirth Day.
Categories:
ninetieth, appreciation, birthday, leaving, love,
Form: Free verse
Seven decades their union weighed.
Both were ninety and on Medicaid.
When hubby’s eyes saw only shade,
doc gave drops for sight upgrades.
Twice a day, with no mental disarray,
wifey gave his eyes a drops cascade.
On day six, she took drops as bade
from the desk drawer where they laid.
After two drops in both eyes stayed,
hubby closed eyes, then became afraid.
Eyes squeezed shut, he began a tirade,
throwing vile, verbal grenades,
saying something about betrayed.
She begged his eyes to not delay
in seeking an open, healthy display.
“I can’t,” is all hubby would relay.
Giving the drop bottle a quick survey,
wifey was hit with dreadful dismay
and immediately bowed to pray,
“Lord, please send medics straightaway
who know how to end superglue's foul play,
forgive me for my brain that strayed,
allow hubby’s upcoming ninetieth birthday
cause recall of glued eyes to fast decay.”
Categories:
ninetieth, age, humorous,
Form: Monorhyme
this anonymous weaver spins his written tapestry
to acknowledge your ninetieth year
no matter this author unknown who deftly weaves
(for pete sakes) with english poetry
which rhyming threads fire away
(from axons to neurons)
at warp speed way out there
attempting to coalesce into some semblance
of comprehension from non other than me
a veritable stranger,
who considers your a folk icon
that hoop fully destiny will spare
until one grain of sand takes thee
to eternal blue skies astride
astral throne like king henry
with minstrelsy folks housed in a place
like my father’s mansion poised far and near
intent to discern the adroit banjo finger picking
plucky talent admission for all – free
whose eponymous trademark
je nais sais quois legendary voice
rings like a bell in the air.
Categories:
ninetieth, farewell, grief, inspirational, journey,
Form: Elegy
my super power
is my ability to turn into the most beautiful flower
when someone bends to smell my perfume
I inject them with a potion to make them fun
Did you see Donald Trump smile
yep it was me..... when he stopped awhile
was harder to get her Majesty the Queen..... yet
on her ninetieth birthday a big smile was seen
Now Prince Phillip is another story,
still trying there, I will succeed.....don't worry
President Obama was an easy target
was smiling away as he walked the red carpet
So be aware your next on my list
to make you smile.....you can't resist.
penned 19 June 2016
Categories:
ninetieth, funny,
Form: Couplet
If only for a moment, I’d like to enjoy your smile again
You could have been the fourth of three wise men
In cloud formations I sometimes see your face
My heart grows heavy as past joys I trace
Surely you’re playing baseball with the angels today
Yet I long for you, Dad, as I clasp my hands to pray
When I hear others bemoan the deeds their fathers did
I remember all the strife that from your children you hid
So often I view the video made for your ninetieth birthday
The struggles of a hard life it will always convey
But you gave your children far more than you ever had
It’s with pride I still boast, “I had the greatest Dad”
Would that I could go back in time once more
To say, “I love you,” to a father I’ll always adore
*Written April 19, 2013
Categories:
ninetieth, father, missing you,
Form: Rhyme