Thursday, May 21, 2015

Today You Turn Twenty-One

Today You Turn Twenty-One

Today you turn twenty-one.
That's it. You're legal. I guess I'm done.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday my son.
You were my second born and my last.
Oh my. You've grown up so fast.
From a small bundle cradled in my arms
to a young man with twinkling eyes and beguiling charms.
You were my collector of things:
rocks, shells, cards, and strings.
You caught Pokemon and wanted to be a Power Ranger.
You had tons of friends; you didn't know a stranger.
Baseball, football, wrestling, track.
You played sports from here to there and back.
You brought music and rhythm to my ears;
my in-house bass player for years and years.
Lucky me with a ring-side seat!
Cheering you on with each successful feat.
You were and are my sweet ginger lad.
So much love to give. What fun we've had! 
Now in college with a pretty girl by your side.
In demand and on the move. I'm so full of pride!
Today you turn twenty-one.
That's it. You're legal. I guess I'm done.
No, no, not done. You will ALWAYS be my little one.
Happy birthday! Happy birthday to you, my son.
Today you turn twenty-one.

For my son's birthday: May 22, 2015.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Ditch Those Digital Devices

Ditch Those Digital Devices

Log in. Sign on. Charge up.
Get connected.
Follow, comment,
link, like, tweet, share.
Post. Update. Upload.
Wait. No, stop! That's TMI!
You don't want THAT
in the cloud or on the air!

Why not embrace being face to face?
Do you remember doing that?
Body language said so much.
A twinkling eye, a devilish grin.
Subtle nuanced inflection.
A glance, a touch, a lingering kiss,
a nod, a shrug, a playful smile.
A simple hello-- friendships begin.

Machines become the middlemen:
the cell phones, tablets, and laptop screens.
Sometimes it's nice to ditch those digital devices
and make a personal connection.
Put the phone down. Look up and look around. 
Communicate one on one:
make a friend, make a point, 
win a heart, and stir affection.

Thursday, April 9, 2015



Counting the train cars.
One, two, three, four.
Queen Anne's Lace tiaras
are woven into our hair.

Pick a number, pick a color.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Cootie catchers: paper folded in triangles
will tell your fortune...if you dare!

Jacks and marbles played in the dirt.
Onesies, twosies, threes, and fours.
An ant invades the playing field,
carrying a crumb, taking it---who knows where?

Hide-and-seek played after dark
quickly becomes Ghosts in the Graveyard.
"I've got the best hiding spot.
I'm not telling you where."

Moths flutter around the back porch light.
Edges of the yard are deep in shadow.
"I see you hiding behind that tree."
"Hey, you peeked! That's not fair!"

How lucky am I to have had that childhood?
Who knew such happiness could be found
in making felt clothes and Popsicle® stick furniture
for pig-nosed trolls with purple hair?

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Crocuses Beckon to the Honeybees

Crocuses Beckon to the Honey Bees

Heavy coats are pushed aside in favor of light jackets.
Sap starts to drip from the tapped maple trees.
Gardeners dream as they sort through seed packets,
And the crocuses beckon to the honey bees.

The mailman walks faster, smiling; his load is lighter.
He suddenly remembers why he likes his job again.
Skies are bluer. The sun shines brighter.
It hasn't been this warm since... I can't remember when.

People stir from their houses, venturing out.
Blinking, stretching, filling their lungs with clean air.
Finally cured from cabin fever, they're able to walk about!
No boots, no gloves, no scarves--even their heads are bare!

The ice has melted. The snow is gone.The gloom has lifted.
The birds are singing and building nests in trees.
Seasons change. Days grow longer as time has shifted.
Life seems nearly perfect on spring days such as these.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Movie Night Magic

Movie Night Magic

Dinner's done. The kitchen's clean.
We're wearing our comfy clothes:
stretchy pants, fuzzy slippers, old fleece shirt,
no bra - (Shh!! Nobody knows.)

The poodle with his chew toy
is snuggled against my knee.
Hubby has his glass of wine.
I cradle a cup of tea.

Pillows are plumped behind us
and afghans cuddle us near.
Popcorn's popped, lights are dimmed.
The volume's right, so we can hear.

It's cold and snowy outside.
We're holed up with no place to go.
Flickering light whirls us away.
Movie night magic! On with the show!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Tossing Pebbles

Tossing Pebbles

Every thing we do,
every word we say
ripples in rings around us
like pebbles tossed in the bay.

Our influence
might make a BIG splash 
or just a tiny plop.
We never really know
how far our reach goes
or where the swell of circles stop.

So whether you just get your feet wet,
or you jump in right up to your chin,
the lives of others will be affected,
but you may not know how, or where, or when.

Give some thought to the things you do.
Speak with kindness what you have to say,
because whether you know it or not,
it matters how you live your life
and how you spend your day.

Every thing we do,
every word we say
ripples in rings around us
like pebbles tossed in the bay.

Monday, February 2, 2015

I'm Not Going Anywhere

I'm Not Going Anywhere

Ladle up the soup.
I'm not going anywhere.
You'll find me with a book
curled up in my chair.

Maybe later, I'll go outside
and shovel another round,
pushing, digging, lifting snow,
trying to find the ground.

But for now, I give up.
I'm too tired to fight.
I've lost the battle
with those frozen drifts of white.

I'm tired of being cold.
My back is stiff and sore.
My fingers are turning blue.
"UNCLE!" I cry. "NO MORE!"

Pour me a cup of tea, please.
Then I'll hit the sack.
I'll be napping until it's over.
Wake me up when spring comes back.

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It's that time of year again when I feel like I can't take any more snow, but of course, it just keeps coming. The poem above expresses that mood for me. Below are some shots of the snow outside of my house today. 

And because sometimes I like to be silly, I created these photos with Photoshop.

I hope you are staying safe and warm today! I'll be staying inside!