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Friday, June 17, 2016

Ode to Grandmas

Silhouettes of  some of my, now grown, babies.  Yikes!

Some women sit alone,
(of which I may or may not, be one)
all day in kitchens,
remembering the
sounds of the small voices
of those who played at their feet.

(Or fought, depending on the day or minute.)

Once crowded minutes
which were full of:
quick smiles, quick tears,
quickly emptied to stillness,
over the years.

(dog barking, is not the same, thought it does break the quiet, unfortunately)

Women working,
waiting, wondering where
other's babies,
who visit, are.

small voices,
quick smiles, quicker tears,
which quickly enter into the heart,
and take up residence.

(glad these babies go home, to return, again)

Paradoxical by nature, love.

In order to truly grow,
one must give it away,
so it will return.*

* the trick of parenting, if indeed there is a trick, is to have your children grow up into adults that do not need you, but want you. Or as I like to say, could survive in the wild (of life).

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Light Bulb: I do not mean a new idea.

Something I made long ago, and of course,
has nothing to do with anything I have written here.

It is true.
A light bulb has
eluded me for ages.


But, at this moment,
my forever friend,
is attempting to change it.

Love personified (as it it very late).

Screwdriver (useless)

Patience along with---

Ingenuity at work.

SO far,
I am validated.
It may well be
impossible to remove,
and install a new one.

Which is,
kind of like most things
in my life that need repair right now.

All require patience.
All require ingenuity.
All have to be done with love.