A Little Help?

1 John 3:17 17 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him? I woke up, grabbed some coffee and read today's prompt, OPEN.  I thought, "Easy.  That will be easy."  Finished up morning chores, scanned FB and saw … Continue reading A Little Help?

The Last Time

Graduation time. A perfect time to reblog this post.. With a few edits 🙂

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When my daughter was about eight, my husband said to me, “I don’t remember the last time she rode on my shoulders.” She was too big now. “I didn’t realize the last time I carried her would be the LASTtime.” There are a lot of things like that.  A lot of “last times” that sneak up on you.

The last time we brushed her teeth for her or helped her take a bath.  Monitoring her closely, making sure she didn’t A) drown and B) Neglect to wash the back of her neck.

The last time we held hands crossing the street or kept one eye on her in a large crowd.

The last time we rushed to school to bring a forgotten lunch or homework.

The last time we helped her zip her coat, tug on mittens or pull a hat down over…

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It’s Complicated, A POEM

This weekend was Mother's Day.  My Husband left to attend a christening and to spend Mother's Day with his mother.  I applaud this, I encouraged him to go.  He is glad he went, I am glad he went.  My lovely girls called from all corners of the world, Gracie from Berlin, Laura from New Orleans … Continue reading It’s Complicated, A POEM

Wonder. A Poem.

Poem number..... Well hey! I don't have to number them any more!  A poem for the heck of it!  The prompt "Bubble."  I could not resist.   Summer Wonders I close my eyes and hear Summer sounds, Boats, Float planes. Children laughing. Dogs barking, Birds. Coming from the field, A ball hits the bat, "Ping" … Continue reading Wonder. A Poem.

Poem #30

Last poem for my (self imposed) poetry challenge.  Poem #30. Prompt: Astonish.... You would think I could find a way to use it, but did not.  *oh well*   The house quiets, I take one last Look Out of the Window. I pause. Golden light Explodes and Burns From behind Mountains. A fiery kind of … Continue reading Poem #30

Poem #29

29th poem in the month of April. Prompt: Tantrum. We put on music And cleaned the house. Placed tulips in the vase Open a good Bottle of red. Set the table With our best Open the door And invite Guests in. Sitting on the deck, Sipping Gin and tonics, Watching the waves And boats The … Continue reading Poem #29

Poem #28

28th poem in the month of April.  The prompt.... "rivulet." 

The soil has
The most lovely smell.
Rich, dense, loamy.
I gently place
the tender leafed start
Into a nest of 
Loose earth,
Tuck it in well.
I Finish with
A sprinkle of water 
That beads
And runs
Rivulets
Until slowly,
slowly,
the fertile soil
Drinks in the
Water, giving
Off a faint
Earthiness,
That smell
I love.

Poem #27

A poem a day in April!  This is my 27th poem.  Ever.  A Notable achievement if I don't say so myself.  (Do you see the prompt there?) It is a lovely afternoon We promise the dog To go for walk And find ourselves On the docks. The docks A favorite place For a sunny walk … Continue reading Poem #27

Poem #26

As I continue writing a poem a day in April, I am extra observant of my surroundings, sights, sounds, textures, careful to avoid any curs lurking about.  (Did you see what I did there - snuck in the WORST prompt word ever...) Last night was a special dinner.  My youngest daughter who was here off … Continue reading Poem #26

Stopping for Lunch

While out and about, running errands, Scott and I decided to stop for a lunch date, our energy depleted.  We rarely do that, and even more rarely do we stop at The Landing, and if we DO go to the Landing, we usually go upstairs to the pub, not the diner downstairs. But today we … Continue reading Stopping for Lunch