What Am I Doing?
The most often
asked question of the day.
As my mind flits
from one thing to another,
I find myself in
front of the refrigerator asking,
What am I doing?
Or I open up my
computer to check email,
click on Facebook and start scrolling
And then it
dawns on me, I didn’t mean to do this.
What am I doing?
Or, with
determination, I go back to my bedroom.
I stand there
looking at the pictures on the wall,
The closet, the
dresser, at myself in the mirror,
What am I doing?
What to Do
What to do
When feeling sad
and blue,
Find someone
bluer, brighten their day.
It feels good to
help someone else along the way.
Reaffirm and
encourage them in what you say.
Your sense of well-being will renew.
Make sadness a
cue to
What to do.
What Should I
Write?
Hunting
inspiration and insight
Chasing darkness,
seeking light
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
What?
Ideas are
putting up a fight
Giving up on
this, I might
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
Rut
A bad fishing
day, nothing will bite
Naughty muse is
taking flight
Now, what should
I write?
Something bright
Cut
Helping Out
Was heeding
advice, and tried to play nice,
But, alas, things do not always work out.
Thought it a winner, to help cook dinner.
I have had better ideas, no doubt.
The first thing I did, antique with a lid,
I dropped and sadly smashed it to pieces.
She tried to be kind, like she didn’t mind.
I’m not one of her favorite nieces.
But that wasn’t all, that happened to fall,
The thick turkey gravy fell with a splat.
“No worries, my dear,” she said with good cheer,
“It will prevent us from getting so fat.”
Thanking God for Nice Things
Thank You for my favorite things,
All that puts a smile on my face.
Art, writing, music,
and hymn sings
Thank You for my favorite things.
My friends, family and
wedding rings
And traveling from place
to place
Thank You for my favorite
things,
All that puts a smile on
my face.
Fun that hiking and biking
brings
Thank You for my favorite
things.
Beautiful autumns and warm
springs
Your mercy, forgiveness and
grace
Thank You for my favorite
things,
All that puts a smile on
my face.
Like Pulling Off an
Adhesive Bandage
Sometimes nice isn’t
actually nice.
The best things to do might
seem mean.
Some pamper when a smile
would suffice.
Sometimes nice isn’t
actually nice.
Some faux niceness comes
via advice.
You have to kill germs to
be clean.
Sometimes nice isn’t
actually nice.
The best things to do
might seem mean.
The Travel Bug
The travel bug
has bitten
And I long to expand
By wandering around the world
Who knows where I’ll land
And I long to expand
Stretching, taking risks
Learning and growing
By wandering around the world
Meandering here and there
New sights and adventures
Who knows where I’ll land?
Australia, Israel, Iceland, Qatar, Japan?
I have a long bucket list.
Meandering
Meandering through life
Endlessly wandering
Ambling along
Now winding this way and that
Dawdling, pondering, considering
Even moseying
Roaming, rambling, roving
Interacting with whatever presents itself
Not merely meandering, but following
God’s direction, bringing a beautiful ending.
Meandering
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or
reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26 (NIV)
Meandering I go,
But not lost.
Wandering in forests and creeks
Through sunshine, rain or snow
Hair wind-tossed
Being aware that nature speaks.
Observing a design
Intricate
Flora and fauna harmonize.
Together they combine
Infinite
Declaring the divine and wise.
What nature has to say
About Him,
The designer also made us.
So if we lose our way
And things dim,
The Creator’s One we can trust.
Write
Your
heart
Write
your mind
Write
your spirit
Write
your question, answers, and ponderings
Write to
inform, to surprise, to laugh, to love
Write
whenever
Write
because
Just
write
Right?
The Things We Do for Love
The thistles here are sharp as
tacks.
Unknowingly, we bring them in.
We find them when we feel the pain.
Inside,
barefoot or socks so thin.
They lie in wait for us to find.
Unknowingly, we bring them in.
Those
little rascals are unkind.
They pierce through socks and stick in skin.
They lie in wait for us to find.
So I search for them to begin.
And be glad when I step on one.
They pierce through socks and stick in skin.
Because
for Hubby it’s less fun.
So I attempt to find them first.
And be glad when I step on one.
He
always feels the pain the worst.
The thistles here are sharp as tacks.
So I attempt to find them first.
We find them when we feel the pain.
Legacy
Writer sits alone
But with the whole world in mind
Writing to no one
But writing to everyone
Letting it flow, inside out
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.
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
Rivers, sand, oceans, lakes, red earth, mossy trees, plains, mountains
Early travels countered the hills, creeks, and trees of
Pennsylvania
Now, my old stomping grounds have become part of my travels
