Hubby Tableau
I hear squeaks, rattles,
And giggles, sometimes.
Hubby in hallway
Slightly bent over
Pushing his walker
Coming to breakfast
He speaks with effort
His garbled greeting
Sits at the table
On his padded seat
Two strokes have aged him
But he’s still Hubby
We pray together
Thank God for the food
We don’t talk a lot
So he can swallow
It has been eight years
A lot to swallow
Visitor
Eight-foot
fence around our back yard
Does not
deter our neighbor’s cat
He leaps
He scouts
our yard for moving things
He looks
at me with sideways glance
He comes
Beautiful
long, blackish-brown fur
Plump,
rather big for a kitty
He sits
At my
feet, he rolls on his back
“Rub my
fat belly,” he demands
I do
I tire
and quit so he stands
But he
lingers, hoping for more
Not now
I go back
inside through glass doors
I look
back, he stands, expectant
Questions
Aren’t
you going to let me in?
Aren’t
you going to adopt me?
Never
He turns
and leaps over my fence
But days
later, he’s at my feet
Hello
A Poem of
Praise
I look to
You, almighty God,
You are perfect
and I am flawed.
I know
that You will see me through.
Almighty
God, I look to You.s
I sing
Your praise into the night.
You are
the way, the truth and light.
You are
worthy, my voice I raise.
Into the
night, I sing Your praise.
With thankful
heart, I come to You.
Appreciate
all that You do.
You have
been with me from the start.
I come to
You, with thankful heart.
My response to this awesome world is to write
Aim to live my life with vision, faith and light
To shine in the dark, like a star in the night
A Walk in the Night
That birthday, autumn, I had turned nineteen
We three friends decided to take a walk
But first, lasagna then cake and ice cream
A pleasant time to laugh, catch up and talk
Into the dark night, on a country road
We longtime friends, comfortable spending time
Our teasing and camaraderie flowed
He, neighbor since birth, she, classmate of mine
We didn’t know this walk would be our last
And a standout memory of my past
Like a Song
I can’t believe that so much time has passed.
The twenty-five years have flown by so fast.
The first one who stayed with us, frail, and small,
She could not see, hear, talk or walk at all.
She weighed only thirty pounds, twelve-years old.
She was light enough to carry and hold.
Caused feelings that I’ve never felt before.
Somehow, she was one I grew to adore.
She had such beautiful, big, dark-brown eyes.
And when she smiled, it came as a surprise.
She clearly favored a warm bubble bath.
Her life was certainly no primrose path.
She did not stay with us for very long.
Her memory still lingers like a song.
Out of the House
Five girls, little room
Played outside sun or gloom
Snow, rain, thunder boom
Mom always with a broom
We ran the hills
Explored for thrills
Took our spills
Hot or chills
Took our hikes
Rode our bikes
Lots of yikes
Lots of likes
Sled in snow
On the go
Grass to mow
Firefly glow
Brilliant leaves
Tomato thieves
Torn shirt sleeves
Wild grass weaves
Swam in creeks
Rained for weeks
Laughs and shrieks
Squeals and squeaks
Climbed up trees
Stepped on bees
Skinned our knees
Memories
