New Friends (Pat)

When I was little,
My view was small.

Then when we moved,
It became so tall.

So many new things,
All so scary.

Get along did I,
Just barely.

New school, new classroom,
New challenges, just thirteen.

New bed, new house,
Blue days in between.

Terrified and shaking, I did go
Until a new friend said, Hello!

Under her wing I was safe,
Finally, a smile on my face.

All mixed up

Some days turn upside down.
They start out great,
Then make you frown.

Pick yourself up if you fall,
No sense in letting things
Get you frazzled at all.

Smile, smile, then smile some more.
Pretty soon, the sunshine will
Be at your door.

Attitude is everything,
as my Daddy would say,
Keep on going, life is always
just one more day.

Winter Time

It is Morning. Crisp. Cold. Brutal. The Sun is at least shining.
Hot Coffee brewing, smelling divine.
Shivering as I awaken. Going through the motions.
Putting on clothes, socks and lotions.
Warming by the Hot, Hot Stove. The wood, crackling, burning.
Popping. Hot Cakes bubbling. The smell, yearning.
Cold Artic Winds make noses red.
Get through the Day, Whew! Time for Bed!

Family

Dear Family
You mean so
much to me.

Dear Family
I feel your
Dignity.

Dear Family
My Life you
do show this.

Dear Family
I Don't need money
Being loved
by you all, I'm Rich.

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving


 I sat and I pondered,
As Thanksgiving drew near.

For what do I give Thanks,
And these words came through clear.

I am Thankful for Family, Friends
It is true.

Children and Grand Children,
Wish they just knew.

So I am telling you this
as We come together.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving,
You are MY Gift, Forever.

This Grandson of mine (Hunter)

Hunter is his name,
This grandson of mine.

His Love is so tender
and sweet, plus kind.

Every time he sees me
He seeks a hug and
a kiss.

He always tells me
how much me he
did miss.

Wherever I am
When he walks
in the door.

He finds me and
I know
Love he has stored.

The feeling is
mutual
Our love is so strong.

For whenever I see him,
My heart sings a song.

Remembering Then

Fishing with Grandpa,
Grandma fished too.

Rainy or Shiny,
They knew what to do.

"Come to the Dock now",
"They're biting, you know",

Off like a line of ducks
they often did go.

Up above in the sky,
Quacking is heard,

The little troupe looked
as the brook they passed by.

Nearby the raccoons chattered
as they scurried away,

Looking for food to store
safely away.

The deer crossed the path soon,
They hurried on too.

As our bunch traveled by,
Such a motley crew.

It's almost too cold now
to go fishing for dinner,

But the thrill of the quest
Is the goal of the venture.

Little Boy Blue (Tyler)

Little Boy Blue.

Blue Eyes and Blonde hair
Cut short in a Butch.

Sleepy and tired,
It's time for his lunch.

Paskettio's  it is now,
His and Gpa's best munch.

Sitting and talking
With Grandpa it seems,

Is the favorite pastime of
This little boy's Dreams.

They talk about fishing,
riding bikes and then sports.

Hopscotch and Baseball
are the next he reports.

"How's School going?"
"Fine, it's just so, so"

Typical words as
It starts to snow.

As lunch is over,
Now it's time for more fun.

OOPS!

Two asleep in the chair,
Guess fun is now done.

For my Grandson (Hunter)

He knows he is growing,
So fast for it seems,

He is to soon growing out of
his shoes and his jeans.

Up he gets taller,ever faster
he runs.

Going over land now,
Running alone
in the Sun.

Eyes Blue as water
Like the Ocean or stream.

Blazing and Twinkling,
Still likes to Dream.

Of Goblins and Monsters,
then Heroes and Kings,

His interests are many
As he sometimes sings.

In between Childhood
And the Land Teens do Roam.

That little boy still snuggles
With his Grandma, alone.

 

Sleepyhead (Penny)

Rumpled up hair,
Clothes all messed too.

Eyes open slowly,
Peeking at you.

Slowly rolls over,
A small smile she gives.

Yawning and stretching
Her Heart for you lives.

She loves with abandon,
Each day and night.

Having a Sleepover,
Is sure out of sight!

Little Punkin Girl (Penny)

Little Punkin' Girl.

How did you get that name?
I don't remember.
You were born in February,
Not November.

Your little round cheeks,
Yes, that must be why.
So tiny and crumpled
Round and red,"sigh".

Dark hair so long
and dark as night sleek.
Eyes as Blue as
The Sky or the Creek.

I still call you Punkin,
Can't seem to stop.
Get tears in my eyes
When you call Grandpa, "Pop".

We have Rocked you,
Walked with you,
 Since that time, true,
Giggling at all the Silly things you do.

Time has gone fast,
So fast, rushing to where?
Sssh, be quiet, time
To go nap upstairs.

This Day

Sometimes I wonder
As the Days fast rush by

How can it be Dusk now,
Can't stop it, I've tried.

Where the heck did it go?
I blinked as it went

So much to accomplish,
Only once did I vent.

Got started on one thing,
Which led to the next

Then the Telephone rang
And I was editing text.

Why can't I just reason
And sit here and think?

Why must I travel
In Circles like an old skating rink!

 

Relaxation

Relaxation


River speeds by me
Trees rustle, too.

Beauty surrounds me,
I sure love the View.

So quiet and sunny,
The wind gently blows.

Hop, hop goes a bunny,
Why, no one knows.

Thoughts come so slowly,
The mind sleepy gets,

No one to disturb me,
nap time, I guess.

Weather is warming,
By Sun we shall go.

This bright, shiny Sunday,
Down the Path worn and old.

To the pond near the water,
Where the breeze seldom goes.

I sit and relax now
As it cleanses my Soul.

Birthday time....life is fleeting

Soon is your Birthday,
Not just another day.  
You must celebrate it
OH, pooh you just say.                                       .


Let me share just a bit.
You will understand
better when I tell you
this bit.

Birthdays are special
They help us to know
Each year is passing
This helps us  to grow.                               Just like the Song said
                                                                   A long time ago
Time spent together                                   The Cat's in the Cradle
is never enough.                                         And I Love you so.
How can you be
the age you are now,                                 Don't get to see you
That just cannot be.                                  But know that it's true
For you see,                                              Your Family needs you
                                                                  Then your Job does, too!
I feel
that I am that age,                                    I know we must share you
you are still little.                                    And this we will do.
playing by my knee                                Just don't wait too long now
                                                                 We might be gone too.
You will always be there         
deep in my Heart.
As on you go living
your life painting, Art.

Your part
Of this thing
Called Life,
We each go on and
face challenges differently,
yet the same.

Hustle, Bustle, do this,
do that.
Never enough time

Never enough time
Where did those years go?
People never know!

Moving

Moving along,
Singing a song.


Friendships a plenty,
Hugs give out, Many.


Can't live without them,
Needed since back when.


So glad to have Friends,
To help and Amend.

Thoughts

Sad thoughts, thinking                                          Sad Memory Meditation
give way to                                                           Gives way to Happy Ones
Happy Ones, blinking.                                          With dedication.

Thinking, remembering                                         Traveling alongside
feeling, letting go,                                                  My mind is
sometimes trembling.                                             Calmed by the River's glide.

Flowers coming, protruding                                   Lost in thought,
up through the snow,                                              Down the Lane
                                                                                I walk.

Friendships both old and new                                 Knowing deep within
begin and end,                                                         "Be Kind"
Being alone, or with crew.                                      Is why I begin.

Moving along                                                          To know that Friendships
From the past till today,                                           Both Old and new
The thoughts from my brain,                                   Develop
newly stray.                                              
                                                                                 Alone or together,       
Now it is time to be                                                  Or when cooking                                                 
alone with yourself,                                                 A Stew.
Memories,                                                          

You. Gifts given.
So pleasant.

Dilema

Outside or inside
Which way do I go?

Sunshine and shadow,
These choices I know.

Writing and reading
Computer does call.

Or going outside
Before it is Fall.

Sister and Brother

Sweet little Sister
Sleeping so sweet.

Small little fingers
Booties on feet.

Squiggles and coos
Gently awakes.

New wrinkled baby
No crying she makes

Big brother holds her
So gentle and neat

New job he treasures,
Kisses her, sweet.

Time

                                                       Time

What is time really? Who started keeping track of it, and why? I remember reading something about this once upon a time a while back, but now I cannot remember just who it was that said it. Did they have extra "time" on their hands to do nothing but wax philosophical? Probably. It was possibly someone who did not have work assigned to them, were very wealthy, or maybe they were just Dreamers who gazed out the door in awe of nature and all it had to behold. I also remember being told or talked about saying "She has her head in the clouds", or "I always catch her daydreaming often". Or maybe people were looking up at the stars and thinking of ways to try to slow things down so they could stare forever and just take more time to breathe. You have to admit, that would be a great job to have. Remember when you were a child, reclining on the grass and just looking up? Oh, I do miss those days! I often think of that little man on the Star Gazer show who walked down the Milky Way describing where the stars were located and how the earth was turning and all the little details about it. I also have to admit that when I did watch that show, I tended to wander off before he was all done describing so much that I did not understand. When you are little, you don't have time to sit still! It also bored me to no end because I did not see my world in the vast galaxy the way he seemed to do. Now give me a Puppy and a hammock or lawn chair, that I could understand! Or sitting beside a hot roaring marsh mellow melting camp side fire, pure bliss. Or fishing or just sitting beside the stream or lake or walking alongside the ocean....phew, Heaven on earth! No car noises, tooting horns, Trains passing, Trucks rumbling like a storm going by. Just the sound of the birds in Spring or the brook bubbling as it rushes downstream. That I could get into.
Not so much the hows or why, just the plain old ordinary enjoying of it, that is time to me. People ask: "What's your favorite "time" of the year?" Humm.....It is really difficult for me to think that through long enough to decide. They all have their good points and bad points.  Right now I would choose Spring because that is the time of year where we are right now.  The smell of the muddy dirt now that the snow is fast melting away. The way the garden looks when the green of the grass starts poking up to peek at each new day. The Promise of a new season, the rain washing the yucky dirt away. The trees will soon begin budding. The Robins are sing sing singing away. The Morning doves cooing. Soon the birds will reveal eggs and the blue speckled round balls will also promise new life. Then there is Hot, murky, muddy Summer. If I had to choose my least favorite time of the year, Summer would be it. Too hot, buggy, and miserable outside to enjoy. Staying inside becomes the way I spend time in summer. Fall, sigh. Fall is my second favorite season I think. The crops are in, all the garden goodies are saved and processed for the year. This will be our first summer without a garden. It will seem strange not having the wonderful food they bring, but this year at our ages, we decided it was just going to be more work than we wanted to handle. Niether of us get up or down easily anymore, and the good old blood pressure lets us know when we have overdone things. In the Fall, the leaves turn golden yellow and red, beautiful. The smell of them burning after the raking is done. That musty smell of the crackling smoke and the warmth of the heat from the fire is wonderful. It makes me wonder why we don't burn wood in our fire pit much either. This time of the year is really the best time to ride bikes around the lake. The bike paths are not as crowded, and the lake sparkles.
The trip to the Apple orchard for the fall fling is always something fun. We have our own apples to process, but we still like to go and take the kids and grandchildren along. We watch as their eyes get big when they see all the sacks of apples, and how many different kinds there are to choose from. Smiles are many.
Before you know it, good old time brings on the winter. The cold, wet, blustery weather nips at the noses and toesies of us all. The leaves are falling and evenings shorten over the time of these days. Then that first snow falls and covers everything with a white flouncy puffy layer. Kids giggle as they get ready to go out in the new landscape. The sleds come out, and trips are now to the hills nearby. The strange looks your family give you when you get out the socks to put on their hands! My mother first showed me this little trick when I was going out sledding or making snowmen. That way, "gloves" can be changed quickly and often to keep the hands warm and dry.
I think the reason I notice time quickening now is that my Children are older and my Grandchildren are now doing the things we did with our own kids and we are watching them get taller and smarter and even cuter with each passing day. I noticed time moving on every time I went to visit my Dad, too. He was 91 years young. Dad got frailer, bent over, and repeated a few things quite often. He has passed away as of this update. His health went downhill fast and poof, he was gone. He was such a wonderful man and we all adored him and loved him and loved him some more because we realized just how lucky we were to still have him with us and in pretty darned good shape for that age. Of course the thing that shows me time passing the most often is that look in the mirror and the wondering, "who is that?" I actually startle myself every so often, lol. Of course feeling the loss of him brings back the loss of others in our family for whom time had run out.
I don't really know who or why Time or clocks were first invented. I only know how the passing of it changes and molds us all. I don't regret it, I sometimes envy it, but I will never forget it.

Just remember to take the time, one way or another, to spend "time" wisely. We each only get so much of it! Time for me to go do something timely. (probably watch a movie or take a nap)

Good Day. Take your time reading this, wink!

First written March 7, 2016. Updated April 30, 2017

Spring I

Spring comes at last.

We waited so long.

What's that? Listen,

A Robin's sweet song.

Brook running, trickling

The snow melting fast.

Tiny flowers peeking

up out of the grass.

Greening, preening,

fresh dirt smells.

Raining, draining,

water runs past.

Screen doors banging,

Creaking and wham!

Out we go, fun,

Playing,

we gasp!

Mothers tell as

Their Kids whiz

Come Home when.

The sun goes low

Old days and new days,

Around we all go.

Bidding Goodbye to that

danged old Snow. 

This is The Season

Thinking today of
Holidays past.

Makes me feel nostalgic
Memories come fast.

Good ones, not so
good ones, too.

Loved ones not
here anymore.
This I Rue.

No need to cry,
They are very
nearby.

Watching over
what goes on

Then I hear
a lullabye.

Or see a Penny
Pick it up.

Then I know
They know

What Luck,
Holidays.

Poems

Short Poems
Are best.

Our Minds
They test.

Do it?
Can we?

Sit down,
Think,

Maybe?
We'll See.

Spring 2

The Sound the Bird makes calls to me.
"Come, Sit, Listen, See".

Life rushes by way too fast,
Stop! Smell! Look! Relax!

Hop, hop, hop,
The Bird goes past.

Singing, Singing,
Spring at Last!