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Mornings are beautiful at the screen door!
Trees swaying with the gentle breeze
Birds are chirping their hello
Noise of a busy street - steady zoom of cars
Apartment life across the way - yard sales just beginning
Balloons bouncing on a sign proclaiming move-in special of the week
Nearby stores abuzz with their business
A man on his daily walk - lost in thought, but still waves
Mother walks with her daughter-backpack dangling a Dora keychain
Two ladies stride by, discussing evening plans, or last night's secrets
Ladybug lands on a budding flower
Motorcycle roars by, startling a passing dog
Garbage truck noisily approaches
School buses go by, faces pressed to the windows
Familiar cars parked in driveways
A waiting bench in the yard calls my name
Standing at my screen door, a daily life unfolds
The corner house with a perfect view of stories daily told
Looking up at the blue sky, poignant memories of others at this door
A past generation of observation, by those who stood here before
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2014
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Senior citizen wakes up
Looks in the mirror
What's happened here?
Time has caught up
The end could be near
Nothing to calm the pending fear
So much left to do
A feeling of dread
So much left unsaid
Must be a dream
This can't be right
Visions of Heaven's eternal light
Here the children
Their beautiful laughter
Wonder what comes after
Memories of life come rushing back
Like a sideshow; a play
Wishing for one more day
Too bad the young don't know
It's all fun; They don't care
Life happens; not always fair
Twilight is here; No more time
Fading out like the setting sun
No matter our plans, our life is done
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2014
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You can crush the image
Bring up the past
You can crush the future
But it won't last
You can crush the happy that I feel
Twist and tangle all my dreams
You can crush the life no longer real
Take my laughter; or so it seems
You can crush the smile from my face
You can crush my wish to stars above
You can crush the Hope - plans erased
But you can never crush my Love
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2014
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I've walked up and down the rows; skipped a few, then went back to look
Since I was seven, this ritual continues; A routine going on more than 51 years
A sad silence as I look across the grounds, always the rush of tears
As I read each name, I wonder who they were; what their story was
A World War II Veteran, a mother, father, grandparents, daughter or son
A teenager on the brink of life, an innocent baby with life just begun
Some headstones are neglected, no flowers or sign of care
Everyone wants to be remembered; not forgotten like the release of a dove
Some graves have monuments as a tribute; to show the endless love
I say a prayer for those gone before me; brother, sister, parents, aunt and others
A whisper soft breeze moves my hair, a gentle presence that doesn't last long
I think of this fleeting brief life; We're here for a moment... and then we are gone
A peaceful feeling surrounds me as I recall precious memories, happy times
I place the flowers down and turn my back to walk away
I whisper my promise to come back again, another time, another day
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2014
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What would it be like…
If there were no Thanksgiving this year?
What? No turkey with trimmings?
No hams?
No pumpkin pies?
No favorite dish of yams?
No family gathering?
No grown up children with kids of their own?
What if everyone just stayed home?
No kids would be running
Or shouting with joy
No toddlers crying
All grabbing one toy
No special smells that fill the air
No decorations on table or stair
No mashing of potatoes, real butter and milk
No cornucopia, made with ribbons and silk
No memories shared of loved ones now gone
No football game yells; no favorite song
Look outside. Something is missing out there
No extra cars parked; No feelings of care
Most of all no family arranging; no timer set
No ready smiles. No chairs to get
The “dreaded” annual photo is not to be
The happiest part of that day for me.
No capturing of faces we love so dear
No thought that someone may not be here next year
It’s okay. I’m still grateful in every way
To me it’s still a special day
Don’t need a pilgrim’s hat on my head
Don’t need a turkey or homemade bread
I cherish the years that I have had
One dark holiday won’t make me sad
(Sniff, sniff….)
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2016
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I didn't get to keep my sister
To hold her, to love her
I didn't get to see her eyes
I didn't get to watch her grow
To get mad at her
because she was into my stuff!
I didn't get to have a friend
That would always be there
To share secrets, to cry with
I didn't get to know what it's like
To walk with our arms linked
To share sorrow, to be one together
I didn't get to see my sister
They came home without her
They put her in my brother Danny's care
I didn't get to say hello or good-bye
But at least I know
My baby sister waits for me
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2015
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I'm just a tumbleweed
Rolling in the dust
Nobody notices me
But I just must
bounce
bounce
bounce
On the ground
Dancing, rolling
I'm stuck by a tree
The wind moves me on
I keep rolling free!
Tumbling, Tumbling
All through the day
Just a lonely little tumbleweed
With nothing to say
But stay out of my way!
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2015
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My heart is broken again
Can't breathe; stomach tightens
Another discovery of your deed
that can't be understood
Cold, dark, empty eyes
Can often dance with love
Evil is present with but
A twinge of guilt
Influences; Temptation
Draw you in - take you away
Your children's eyes are hopeful
Waiting up for you again
You show love in many ways
But secrets lie behind it
Cobra in wait, ready to strike
We never see it coming
Family bonds should be unbroken
But again you tore it down
No where to turn - we stand here,
still
Your smile resumes
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There's nothing more that I can do
But celebrate turning Sixty-two
It came about when I looked away
I always thought sweet youth would stay
Despite my growing apprehension
Father Time said “no extension”!
We know that time goes really fast
My mirror tells me that youth has passed
My eyes aren't quite as clear and bright
As when I partied through the night
So I began embracing 62
By getting a Ladybug tattoo
I could go into a frantic rage
When I think of my advancing age
I still have plans that cannot wait
Starting now before it's too late
Now I'm wiser; calm; all knowing
Can't seem to keep my waist from growing
The bloom of youth has faded away
But I can still go out and play
Things aren't as easy as they used to be
Now aches and pains get the better of me
There is no time for slowing down
I wear a smile instead of a frown
No time to wait, no growing older
No time to hate, just growing bolder
Take time to laugh and have some fun
Before this glorious journey is done
Although I yearn for days no more
Memories are right inside the door
I have my true love, and children around me
If trouble calls, my friends surround me
I have no fear of what lies ahead
I have today, no feeling of dread
I am at peace with 62
As long as I breathe there's more to do
Margi at 62
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2016
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It’s me. Margaret.
My parents’ gave me this proper name
Always wondered from where it came
I never liked it while in school
Just didn’t think that it was cool
Cut it in half and added an i
Now I’m wondering why
Starting to think it’s not so bad
Didn’t appreciate what I had
Now I’m grateful for their choice
My parents provided, when I had no voice
Would I change it now? No way!
I’m proud my name is Margaret A.
Copyright © Margi Spurgeon | Year Posted 2016
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