Keep Grinning
Day 14
Galveston/Mesa Trip
We keep playing
cards,
Score sheets
by the yards,
And my
daughter keeps winning.
Canasta—great
game.
Only few I
claim.
Even so, I
keep grinning.
Keep Grinning
Day 14
Galveston/Mesa Trip
We keep playing
cards,
Score sheets
by the yards,
And my
daughter keeps winning.
Canasta—great
game.
Only few I
claim.
Even so, I
keep grinning.
Day 13 Galveston/Mesa trip
Like a plucked
chicken
Will his
hair thicken?
My smart son
cut his own hair
With holes
in his shirt
He dared go
to work
I wish that
he’d show more care
Day 12 Galveston/Mesa Trip
Halfway
Point
Just out the
front door
Two blocks
and no more
The ocean
waited each day
‘Neath the
umbrella
Peaceful I
tell ya
Yes, we
would have liked to stay
Now back
with my three
My own
family
In Arizona a
while
We’ll eat
and we’ll play
Maybe work
each day
Then go back
home with a smile
Day 11 Galveston/Mesa Trip
It’s been a
long day
There’s not
much to say
Flew out of
Houston at noon
Eli came, no
doubt
And then we
ate out
Texas trip
over too soon
Galveston, good bye
Houston with
a sigh
We had a
nice Uber ride
So where do
we eat?
Won’t admit
defeat
So Dominoes
with a side
Day 9 Galveston/Mesa Trip
What a crazy
spring!
We’re
vacationing,
Sis and I,
in Galveston.
At home,
there is snow.
Now, Sis
broke her toe.
Oh well,
we’re still having fun.
Day 8
Octopuses,
rays
Sea
creatures amaze
Balmy
rainforest go through
Yes, it
sounds absurd
Hit by large
blue bird
Moody
Gardens, lots to do
Day 7
Ubered to downtown
Shopped art all
around
Ate a yummy
lunch of fish
Went on
dolphin watch
The day was
top notch
Napped then
had a chicken dish
Day 6
The host of
this place
With kindness
and grace
Gave us a
Galveston tour
And then we
ate lunch
And walked a
whole bunch
Went home
and had a good snore
What a Beautiful Day
With backs against the sun and wind
We watch the churning waves come in
And out and in and out again
What a beautiful day
A baby barely walking plays
And builds sandcastles ‘neath the rays
While Mama laughs nearby and stays
What a beautiful day
Some children dig with scoops and pails
To sail toy boats with tiny sails
Sea water spills in silver trails
What a beautiful day
Jumping in waves, some older kids
Teen girls stack up in pyramids
While gulls drown out the katydids
What a beautiful day
Colorful kites dance in the air
The wind musses my messy hair
The dolphins roll to breathe out there
What a beautiful day
Nearby a roller coaster screams
And families play to ocean themes
While Sis and I live out our dreams
What a beautiful day
Day 5
We walked to
Murdochs
For several
blocks
We shopped,
sat, and viewed the sea
We bought
souvenirs
For all of
our dears
Then lazed
in the sun for free
A Little
Rough Today
Nightmares
ruined sleep
Woke up in a
heap
Took a while
to get going
Ate at a
buffet
Shopped
Walmart today
Sat on
beach, wind was blowing
Well Rested
Slept eleven
hours
Then we took
showers
Ate, then we
walked to the beach
I waded the
shore
Took photos
galore
Then soup
and salad for each
Day 2
Seaside
Bliss
Up at three
AM
To airport
again
We’re safe
in Galveston now
Together
with Sis,
We have
seaside bliss,
but we’re
very tired—and how!
Computer Blues
It did yesterday.
Now, it won’t obey.
Puts words where they don’t belong.
Can’t get it to work.
I’m going berserk.
Singing computer blues song.
Day One of Galveston trip-to Mesa
Had an early
start
Nine, we did
depart
Fine weather
with clouds above
Quite foggy
on top
Not enough to
stop
Our kids
greeted us with love
One More Day
Worked with
kids today
We’ll be on
our way
Filled tires,
got oil changed
Stuffed
suitcases full
May be hard
to pull
They need to
be rearranged
Two More Days
Make lists, check them twice
The weather looks nice
Take out trash, stop at the bank
A walk in the park
Get done before dark
Put air in tires, fill tank
Three More Days
We’ll leave in three days
“Lord willing,” James says
I make my long to-do list
Check off one by one
Some errands to run
But is there something I missed?
City Lights
My husband and I
used to drive
from Wheatland,
a small town in Wyoming
to Cheyenne
where my husband’s family lives.
After about an hour of darkness,
we’d start seeing the lights of Cheyenne.
It felt welcoming, even hopeful.
Leaving the barren land in the night,
we’d soon be greeted by warm smiles.
When I see the stars
in the pitch-black sky,
I think of Heaven.
Welcoming light
Warm smiles
Hopeful.
Venice
What do you think of when you hear the name Venice?
Romance? Beauty? Riding along in gondolas while the gondolier sings Italian
tunes? That’s what I thought of before visiting there in a rain storm. During
our tour, we had “free time” when you go out and explore on your own. Since, for
me “free time” was code for getting lost, I latched onto a kindly couple, with
memorable names Mark and Mindy, and they graciously allowed me to follow them
around. Sis wisely stayed in the hotel that day. The gondolas were grounded. We
paid 30 euros to tour a palace. We thought it worth it since it was warm and
dry inside. But getting out was a trick. It took us a while to find the exit
and it was almost time to catch the ferry. So when I think of Venice, I think
of running and sloshing through ankle-deep water, through rain and wind, holding
my umbrella in front of me so the wind wouldn’t catch it and causes it to
explode like it did with Mark’s. Mark ran ahead of us to tell the tour guide we
were on our way. Mindy ran behind me making sure I didn’t get lost. And we made
it to the ferry. Ironically, when we got off, I followed someone else to the
bus and Mark and Mindy got lost, but the tour guide retrieved them.
My dreams of Venice
Turned somewhat of a nightmare
But grand adventure
Spring Break
This winter behaved like a lamb,
A snow or two but quickly passed.
I love the sunshine and warm days.
It made the winter go by fast.
But winter isn’t over yet.
Was the cold, white stuff just postponed?
The wind is kicking up a notch.
Last night, it whistled, groaned and moaned.
Next Wednesday, I’ll be headed south,
So over mountains, we will roam.
I’m hoping winter stays a lamb,
At least, until we come back home.
My sis and I head towards the beach,
On the island of Galveston.
We’re going over the spring break,
And aiming to have lots of fun.
When I come back to my home state,
Will winter leave with lion’s roar?
It will not matter much to me,
Just so I’m safe behind my door.
Lots of Words
A poem a day, for 20 years
Average about 100 words a poem
That’s about 730,000 words.
About 20 novellas in various stages of completions
Roughly 800,000 words.
Five to ten devotions a month for twelve years
Say about 7 times 144 times 250 words
About 252, 000 words.
Total 1,782,000 words
Plus an inestimable amount of words
in short stories, articles, and journaling.
Not to mention all of the rewrites.
I don’t think I’d be wrong in saying
that writing is my profession,
even if few have ever heard of me
and I would make more working at Wal-Mart.
The getting up
The laying down
The round and round and
round and round
Seems endless
Till it isn’t.
Chores
The endless dishes in the
sink
The bathrooms that begin
to stink
And someone spilled their
cherry drink
Chores are endless
The dust that settles everywhere
The tile that has no shine
or glare
The fridge with something growing
there
Chores are endless
The shaggy carpet with its
crumbs
The wilting plants despite
green thumbs
It’s almost time to plant
the Mums
Chores are endless
But didn’t we just cook a
meal?
And opaque windows—What a
deal!
What’s said about the
squeaky wheel?
Chores are endless
Home
Home is where the
toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say.
That’s because I’ve had so
many homes
All along my way.
Home in PA where I grew up,
Home at college at UPJ,
Home in Cheyenne where I
met hubby,
Home with my sister, Nebraska
way,
Home in Wyoming, our first
year,
Home in Craig where was
born our first.
The coldest place we ever
lived,
That winter was the worst.
Home in Dolores Trailer
park,
Home on sixteen acres of
land,
Home in Kemmerer, Wyoming,
When hubby took a job at
hand.
The same for the home in
Denver,
He worked on the new
highway.
Then home in southwest Colorado,
Where we decided to stay.
But no matter where we
live,
No matter where we roam,
We are just passing
through.
Heaven is our Home.
In My Backyard
It’s Mid-February, and I
thought winter
had grown senile and forgotten
all about us
in Southwest Colorado.
But as I look out the back,
snow sparkles and shadows fill
the pockets
where the snow has melted
a bit.
The birds, disappointed
at the empty birdfeeder,
fly off in search of food.
The north side bushes,
still huddled beneath their
burden,
must envy those on the
sunny side.
The maple tree stands tall
and bare
resolutely waiting for
warmer weather
and a new green wardrobe.
As the sun brightens my
backyard,
I wonder if this was the
first and last snow,
with springtime just
around the corner.
But knowing Colorado, I’m
sure,
winter still has tricks up
its sleeves,
senile or not.
A Special Valentine
I woke up yesterday and
felt soul-drained.
I did not know if I had
strength to work.
How could I be with kids
when foggy-brained?
And those sweet ones can
drive me clear berserk.
In morning quiet time, I
said a prayer,
To be a light though I
felt very dim.
To somehow show the
children that I care,
Then I entrusted my day
unto Him.
At Nature Center, we
exchanged our names.
We learned I got LeAnna’s,
she got mine.
An eight-year-0ld who liked
her fun and games,
Amidst red hearts and bows,
she wrote, “You shine
like the sun.” Though her
words were ones of love,
They were not hers alone
but from above.
A Writer’s Shout
Sing to Him a new song; play skillfully,
and shout for joy. Psalm 33:3
I sing to God a brand-new song.
The Lord is worthy of my praise.
My heart, my voice, my arms I raise.
I’ll sing it out, I’ll sing it long.
My music may come out all wrong.
I’m glad there are some other ways.
I sing to God a brand-new song.
The Lord is worthy of our praise.
But I don’t shout or hit a gong,
A quiet sort, not just a phase.
I like to write most of my days.
The way I shout, GOD’S GREAT AND STRONG!
I sing to God a brand-new
song.
The Unseen Enemy
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities,
against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the
heavenly realms. Ephesians 6:12
We often feel jabs and
stabs
from people all around us.
We act in ways they don’t
like,
and they are set to pound
us.
Or they take it to the
streets
and ever after hound us.
If we don’t watch,
bitterness
will have securely bound
us.
We must look to the One
who
has gone out, searched and
found us,
freed us from oceans of hate
that had distinctly drowned
us.
He loosens the strangling cords
by which Satan has wound
us.
God helps us love and forgive
to clarify and ground us.
When we focus on His grace,
He truly will astound us.
Just like Peter Pan
Just like Peter
Pan
Stuck in Neverland.
Watching his kid
shows.
Making his
noises.
Running back and
forth down the hallway.
A kind of dance
A kind of play
Whatever it is,
he can’t say.
He just turned
thirty.
And there he
still is in Neverland.
My House’s
Perspective
I know she
prayed for me,
after years of
living in trailers.
She and her
husband
built me with
their own hands
and many other
hands as well.
They moved in
on her son’s fourteenth birthday.
I didn’t get to
know her seventeen-year-old daughter
very well, because
she went off to college.
I got to know
the son, though.
She thought he’d
never leave, at twenty-four.
I took a lot of
abuse in my lifetime.
She and her
husband took in two people
who couldn’t
care for themselves.
The wheel chair
wore ruts in my carpets.
The man didn’t always
reach the bathroom in time.
Then her
husband had two strokes.
The people had
to leave. I had some reprieve.
But years of
abuse left me down and depressed.
My carpets were
worn and stained.
My paint had
become cracked and drab.
But then they
went on vacation.
I saw my opportunity.
It took just a
few wiggles
and the worn
washer hose burst.
Now, something
had to be done.
They came home
and saw me flooded.
Six rooms were
ruined.
But I saw that
she was hopeful
when she sent
her husband
to live with
her kids for three months.
She worked hard
for a year
and hired
others as well.
She scrubbed
and painted.
She had new
carpet installed.
Their friend
even built a wonderful back porch.
Then the
landscaper came. I look lovely
with my new
paint, carpet, porch,
and fenced-in
landscaped yard.
I’m calm, quiet
and beautiful.
No more noise
and abuse. I’m content.
But it would be nice if she cleaned me more often.
Friends
School friends,
college friends
Growing-up-together
friends
Married friends,
church friends
Help-you-raise-your-children
friends
Sister friends,
brother friends
Those-special-next-door-neighbor
friends
Work friends,
current friends
Take-each-other-out-for-lunch-friends
Writing friends,
painting friends
Poeming-over-the-miles
friends
Cousin friends,
singing friends
Send-each-other-cards
friends
Walking friends,
hiking friends
Haven’t-seen-you-in-a-while
friends
Sports friends,
adventure friends
Meeting-on-vacation
friends
Praying
friends, traveling friends
Catching-up-over-tea
friends
Face book
friends, listening friends
Call-me-yes-I-will
friends
Laughing friends,
teasing friends
I’m-with-you-till-the-end
friends
Friends are
like a plethora of wild flowers
making a beautiful
mountain even more lovely.
The Challenge
Most of my
adult life,
has been
indoors,
regardless of
the weather.
Cooking, cleaning, care-giving,
writing,
exercising, painting,
playing my uke,
singing,
crocheting, record
keeping,
studying the Bible
and college courses,
journaling, redecorating,
reading,
taking care of
my plants,
jig-saw
puzzling, watching TV.
When the cold
winds blow
and the snow
deepens,
I don’t lack
things to do,
but nice
weather challenges me
to drop what I’m
doing
and enjoy the
great outdoors.
Treasures
Books, vases, walking
sticks,
Pictures, plaques,
paintings, puzzles,
Art supplies, Knick-knacks,
ukuleles,
Hand-made afghans,
egadgets, luggage.
An appraisal of
all my stuff
wouldn’t amount
to much,
which reminds
me to treasure
friends,
family, and the eternal.
Pizza and Pasta
When it comes
to comfort food, the Italians have it right, pizza and pasta. When I was in
Italy, Sis and I even took a pizza-making class. Mine turned out rectangular
while everyone else’s was the traditional round, but just as yummy. We had so
many delicious pizza and pasta dishes that I thought I would never want to look
at another dish of pasta or another slice of pizza again. After returning to
the USA, it took me a while, but when I did start eating it again, I realized
something that surprised me. I actually preferred the Sam’s Club stuffed crust,
chicken and bacon pizza and the spaghetti I made al dente with canned tomato or
alfredo sauce over the authentic Italian stuff. Dorothy had it right, there’s
no place like home (cooking).
Pizza and Pasta
Nothing like
our home cooking
Sorry Italy
Anxiety Dreams
The night
before a big event,
my dreams are
filled
with a frantic
attempt
to get ready to
go.
The shower is
cold.
I look in the mirror
And I’m too old.
And I’m feeling
low
My clothes are
too small.
Or I show up
With no clothes
at all.
Embarrassing I
know
But I’m glad
That event’s
realty
Isn’t so sad.
Anxiety
happens, even though.
Daily Dose of Dreams
I have a list:
365 things I
want from God
Each day
throughout the year
I pray for one
of them.
Does He answer?
Yes, He does,
“Yes, no, or
wait a while.”
Dreams
D reams filled
with
R emembrances
and puzzles
E motions and
fears
A ccess to life’s
M ysteries.
Maybe.
S leep and
dream away.