a decade plus 2
days gone by
i don’t see you
wrinkles on my face
grandma in my head
words of wisdom
come and gone
i don’t hear you
i remember twelves years old
for me, your mama, now you
a dear, a vision, a wonder
sorry, i have to go
i hear my mother calling me
Not everyone has the same experiences in life. Family has been like walking a path – in very heavy traffic – I dodge, weave, and get hit. I find it best to hide out in the median.
Eanie meanie mynie moe
Catch a sibling by the toe
If they beat you to and froe
RUN TO GOD
Because~nobody else is going to help you
Tell the story ~ Tell the whole story ~ I’ll tell you the story.
“The family that prays together stays together. The family that drinks together, stinks together”
My eyes opened to many thoughts. Pictures in my brain, with story lines. Family characters playing out their roles. Even the dead ones.
My granddaughter’s not talking to me – – someone told her she is owed thousands of dollars – my sister staring at me on the big screen – knowing that there is no love – a line on my Facebook account telling me I don’t know Christ – a boating accident – beer – drinks – screaming-
She’s dead – but she lives on.
First World Christmas
The days are creeping by. The lights are getting brighter. The drummer boy is marching. Angel is singing on high.
The winds blow the words of Christmas. Technology filters its theme. Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
Jingle goes the sleigh bells of the south.
Her matriarch long gone.
Daddy’s dead way back when. His bones are naked and cold.
The bird will sing no more. Not that I will hear.
Sister stole the bird to secure her Christmas cheer.
Merry Christmas. Nevermore-Nevermore
Ring the bell for Christmas
Smile – and don’t forget to brush your teeth
Merry Christmas Merry Christmas
~ I still feel small when I’m standing by the ocean ~
I give credit to God and my mother for all good things in my life.
I’m sure my father would agree.
I think of my family through the day; way, way too much. I just remembered how my Dad, with drink in hand, would look at me and then at my mother and say ~ “Those Cokes are really bad for the kids.”
No pictures here.
Only the ones, in my mind. That’s what I deal with… pictures, pictures and more pictures.
Yesterday, when I sat to meditate, the past eased its way onto my reel. It was black and white.
On an Easter Sunday, when I was maybe eight or nine I was run over by a horse. Actually, it was a big pony. But when you’re little, I don’t think it matters. The bit in the horse’s mouth slammed into my head and I once again, on a holiday, landed in the hospital.
I have a clear vision of looking at someone and they were charging at me. It seemed to be on purpose. Barreling down on me and I couldn’t get away. I was trapped. I was slow. I couldn’t believe it was happening.
I screamed, he did this. He ran over me. He did it on purpose.
Oh no, my mother said. That’s not possible, he would never do that.
Pine bark was part of my memory. I know what a pine bark looks like. I had run to a pine tree for protection, but it didn’t save me.
No, no one would ever charge a horse at another person and run over them.
This morning’s meditation was uneventful.
Rooster and I celebrate 27 years of marriage today.
What a long, strange trip it’s been!
My #1 granddaughter got married. This picture is of her and her husband Scott, on the court house steps, following the ceremony. I hope for them many days, months and years of happiness.
The older I get the more I see the cycle of life.
A young couple beginning their life anew, is a confirmation of the older ones who have many years behind them.
Marriage is a tie. It’s a bond.
The secret is to realize that your husband is THE perfect man-for you.
And for your husband to realize the you are THE perfect woman-for him.
Congratulations
~Live Your Dream~
Fish Eye Farm 