My job was to stir Sounds simple A wooden spoon Round and round But I remember Heat rising from The slow-to-boil Sweetness My dad was always Nearby, of course In case little hands Became tired It only took Helping one time For the tasty Result to be Permanently Etched in my soul- How is it that Precious details Are so easily Forgotten- Eating the remaining Warm chocolaty filling Out of tiny glass bowls Once my dad filled His homemade pie crusts- May my memory Of a yesterday Erase any complaints From today
I saw you Ten years From now Or maybe It was fifteen My perception Of time seems To be changing With its passing In any case It certainly could Have been you Or at least The future you I sometimes imagine… Faded jeans Plaid shirt White hair Just a little On the sides Perhaps a little shorter We do eventually Start shrinking Purposefully walking Into a local Coffee shop I smiled but refrained From saying hello Wonder if he’s picking up a London Fog just for me?
Morning whispers From a cool Breeze as it Wakens the trees Mid-day melodies Sweetly strung Across the sky Celebrating blue Evening laughter From familiar voices Around the table Listening…no need to speak Middle-of-the-night Soft breaths From the rise And fall of A newborn’s chest Resting against mine As we gently rock- I can still hear them As I crawl back into bed Place my hand on your chest And wait for sleep to come
Baby, sweet baby All we know About you At this moment Is your last name Baby Morris And that you have A strong heartbeat Just beginning To grow, still Time to prepare For your arrival- But wait! We do know A few other Things about you- You are already loved You already bring joy Just by being you- Who you are now And who you will become- I can’t wait to meet you!
The kids shared this amazing news with us a few weeks ago! Needless to say, we are beyond excited! ❤️
Such a sweet way to tell me. I’ve got some work to do!
The longer I look The clearer I see- Those shining Brightest Are always First in view And though Initially Outshining Their neighbors All are worth Exploring Even when Taking a Closer look Requires a Unique lens One that will Magnify light while Decreasing distance- Whether gazing Up at the stars Or into Surrounding Souls The resulting Phenomenon Is the same- Increasing light Increasing love Increasing hope
Experiencing Darkness is Universal As is the hope For a light To ease Our gloom We are not Intended To live alone On an island No contact With another Living soul Each of us Will have Opportunity To be the hand Reaching Thru the fog Or the one Grateful To be pulled Out of the murk Weightless In the arms Of our brother
I first met the birthday girl a little over thirty years ago. She was kind and accepting even then. It is hard to believe she was my age when we met. Maybe a little younger. A mom and grandma, it seemed her life was already complete. At least, that was my perspective.
Here we are, thirty years later. It seems a lot more life has happened in that time. More grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and the death of a spouse after fifty-plus years of marriage.
So now, as we celebrate her, I try to imagine her perspective. Those thirty years, though eventful, only represent a portion of her life. She did a lot of living prior.
She speaks lovingly of her parents. Just yesterday, about how her dad played the piano. Talks regularly to her siblings who are still living. Keeps up with distant relatives and old friends.
Has a love of horses that began as a child. She recalls fondly walking with her girlfriend to the stables. Pretending to gallop as they walked, then riding horses before returning home. She even bought two horses in her lifetime!
Her second horse was sold before she moved from California to New York. A job as a flight attendant at American Airlines called. And that move, that job, lead to meeting her husband. The rest is history, as they say.
So, how would such a girl celebrate her 80th birthday? Surrounded by daughters, granddaughters, great-granddaughters, daughter-in-law, granddaughter-in-law…you get the picture. Eating, laughing, remembering, and enjoying time together. And, of course, attending a horse show.
This birthday girl wears her crown of white with pride. As well as her life experiences. Sharing what we are willing to hear. Continuing to move forward, making new memories.
Didn’t think much about my choice of clothing this morning. Just felt like wearing my pink dress. Yes, I know it’s the first day of October. And yes, I do love Fall colors. But here I am, dressed in pink.
And then I saw a pink ribbon…instantly reminding me that October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. A time to focus on the importance of research and early detection. A time for friendly reminders to get your mammogram!
Most importantly, I am thankful all over again for my mom. Eight years after a complete mastectomy, she remains cancer free!
Happy October! From thankful me, wearing my pink dress.
Cool night air Gently swaying All that moves Black night sky Holding lights of Varying brightness A planet sits just Above the horizon Yet, millions of miles away Encircled by its moons I can see it Thru the lens Of a telescope- Stand still Hold your breath It will soon be Out of view
Cool Change-Little River Band Kelley Morris, piano
Piano Girl 