spilled their blood
giving their lives
for our freedom.
My heart swells with pride looking upon
the beautiful country you fought for to keep us safe and free.
when ever we remember those who sacrifice for others…
no matter what uniform they wear,
no matter in which country they reside
those in uniform put their lives on the line daily.
To all the men and women serving
who have served
thank you is not enough
I hope it helps some.
To the families
who still brush away tears
for lost loves ones
in the service of our great nation,
thank you for your sacrifice.
If not for these brave souls
we would not enjoy the freedoms
we have today.
one and all!
I am uncertain why
a good Catholic girl
ok, raised well-strayed but
remained Catholic at the cellular level
to ask Saint Anthony,
Patron Saint of lost belongings
for the location of my new camera.
It has worked previously with cell phones
and missing birth certificates…
and the camera location was
I tried it, later today, with parking places
in the busy hospital garage
the parking spaces opened up…
I hate toforget these important tools
it frightens me…
April 26, 2012
Up before dawn now
requires two alarms
and I still manage to remain horizontal
much longer than ever in the past
sometimes I am already vertical
and my mind is still prone…
I take two blood pressure pills
a thyroid pill
and have access to a tranquilizer
They make me loopy so I
cut them in half…
I am more unsettled recently
and cannot root out the cause
my life is cluttered
my house is cluttered
and most of all my mind is cluttered
I long for calm
in the noisy spaces
I cannot seem to quiet life.
I am going to try…
I lose objects…
checks waiting to go to the bank
my favorit earrings…
this has to stop.
I need to find my focus!
and the camera
and the check
and the earring…
Me/him/her or them
can never DO anything…
they can only be done
They cannot talk
or live or speak…
23 years ago
I desperately tried to explain
this concept to my daughter-in-law,
admittedly only 18 at the time,
but the mother of my grandchildren
all the same.
She never would embrace the concept-
and so today, I grapple with how to dissect
” him hit his head and had to go to the hospital”
to HER children.
I was left void of an answer
aside from ” him did?”
Bastardization or desecration
they sift out equally-
when the language goes we are lost…
Morning in my garden
I smile in the wee hours of this dawn’s first light
bird song fills the early day;
two cardinals flutter from the feeder
ahead of the out-witted but lurking
always present pesky squirrels.
squash blossoms open
as the sunlight and purple martins sweep overhead…
Climbing cucumber plants, full of flowers
and baby cucumbers
tomato plants, tower
some are five feet tall
(Romas and Rodeos and Black Krim)
onions sending up lofty flower heads
as the potatoes wheeze their last breath
brushing against herbs as I go by
sage, dill and rosemary
stop to stoop and sniff…
Inhaling the scent of lemon blossoms
the need for the word intoxicating
I crane my neck to count the buds on
the magnolia tree
recovered from the ravages of the drought
with each step nearer
I am to nature
the closer I am to both God
Earth Day 2012