What is the Point?

On By Piano girl

I am looking forward to spending this long holiday weekend with Mom. I am certain we will go out for lunch and to Starbucks. Oh, and probably eat ice cream. 😉 Where we go and what we do isn’t the point though. The point is spending time.

Being back where I grew up allows me time for reflecting. And in those reflections, new memories are added. With that in mind, I decided to re-share two poems I wrote several years ago.

Happy Independence Day!

Safety Net


Grandma and Grandpa
Lived next door
Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins
Numbering in double digits
Big kids played
With little kids
Running and laughing
Growing stronger
And bigger with
Each passing year
An unspoken truth
That no matter
How far I fell
Someone would catch me-
Like a little child
Bouncing on a knee
Ride a little horsey
Don’t fall down-
A truth that remains
Despite passing time
And increasing distance-
A living safety net
Interwoven from one
Generation to the next

Fourth of July 

He worked hard
His entire life
Married young
Raised nine kids
In the country
Strong and stubborn
Loved to laugh
Mellowed over time-
Without a doubt
Dealt with struggles
That I never knew-
I still see him
On the porch
In his overalls
After a long day
Promising to dance
At my wedding
If I will check the mail-
Liked to argue
Loved his family
Was always ready
To welcome them home-
Looking forward to
Family gathering later
That very day-
But in the morning
While everyone slept
After waking early
And making the coffee
He sat down in his
Favorite chair
At the young age of sixty-seven
Grandpa died on the Fourth of July

14 thoughts on “What is the Point?”

  2. So sad to lose a loved one, but even more so on a holiday as every year you are reminded. Nice poems. You are blessed to have an extended family. Both my parents were only children, so I had no aunts, uncles, or first cousins. What a comfort it must be to have many loved ones.

    Happy 4th!

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  4. Kelley, both of these poems, and your words, touch my heart. I pray you and your Mom have a wonderful time—spending time together. Thank you for sharing these—love, loss, and memories. What a blessing you are to us—and your family. Your family reminds me so much of mine. I’ll remember that you are remembering a loss today—and a very large other one—as you, your Mom, and family get together. Sending love and prayers, dear friend. Thank you for blessing us. ❤️🙏

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