Getting old takes courage-? So
many worries, so little time-?
Know what? Beloved faces beam
from things that otherwise don't
mean diddly. Are just matter!
Thus a painted tin bears my friend
Sara. Got flea market fever again.
Loves purple, so guess. . .precisely.
My friend Eliz's bright-eyed mug
lights up a granite squirrel. Also
woven into an afghan and a pair
of fingerless gloves. My adopted
sis Mary's rolling her eyes on a box
of chocolate cherries. Mary's on V-8
Fusion bottles and a garden sprite.
My precious Debi pops up on object
after object. Funniest, a bagel
or a rock reminds of one she daisied
and xOx'd as a toddler. A designer
and decorator, Deb graces curtains,
spreads, and ottomans. But she is a
poem by herself. So is my son.
Model cars have him smiling all
over. Milk-bone cartons, an earless
stuffed dog, and a whiskered basket
goes in where it's supposed to go out.
My husband. . .aren't enough words.
Thanks to the 'net, friends I have
never met in person throw kisses from
bouquets. Corral fences, pizza signs,
ballet shoes, torn jeans, cowboy hats,
boots, snow angels, a heart sticker,
a Maxie cartoon, a baseball cap. . .
Sometimes what I see makes me sad
and angry. Tears stream down the
faces on belts and monitors and ER
signs. Thank God most look at peace.
Like they treasure the children inside
them. Children! Haven't even gotten
to the children! They will take books!
Meantime, a grandchild on a crayon
leads to a colored pencil to a drawing
you would not believe. . .and the artist,
my niece Marti. Forget gold! Keep
your diamonds! The treasure is us.
The family that we all belong to!
Grows as we do makes it priceless.
You'll see.
How am I not getting the messages that you posted a poem? Thought I was tracking you! This reads like a trip down memory lane, a journey worth taking - well done.
family, the root of all joy and happiness - the real blessings to be jealousy guarded in the existence of man -- you have said it so beautifully Phyllis Jean -- this last Thursday, I again found myself traveling through the place of your youth, Havre de Grace -- on my way to business outside of Gettysburg, PA -- peace, joy, and love be with you my dear friend -- Jon Michael
Don't be it great if everyone is granted a loving and peaceful family for a change? say, three hundred years of it? then we would see undiying smiles all over the planet...for a change.
Like that Pizza Signs! junk food...aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
Pea ~ My thing is boxes and rocks, catch here is a ((hug)) from me to you, just because you are a treasure who I love to read. Warmth and Love to you my friend, Carin'
You are so right for every family has its share of different and unique characters which should be embraced and cherished for as long as life allows us.
How to Be Happy Partners is the perfect tool for designing and creating a relationship unique to your individual personalities and situation. Written by the authors of How to Be a Couple and Still Be Free, this is a clear and concise handbook on how
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
peace and love, Carole~
Like that Pizza Signs! junk food...aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
Georg
Family is what its all about, eh? -gene.
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