Poetic Bloomings Hardest Thing, Poetic Asides Praise

The Hardest Thing

What’s the hardest thing I’ve been through?

I could write about my dad having Alzheimer’s

or my mom’s amputation of her left leg.

I could write about my husband’s mental illness

and the time he lost our car with all our money

somewhere in Oklahoma, and we had two little kids.

I could write about my mother-in-law being attacked

by two chows, nearly killing her.

I could write about my son almost dying when he was eight.

I could write about my coat zipper breaking

in the middle of winter and I had no money

for a coat or even a zipper.

I could write about my brother-in-law

being crushed in a demolition accident

and seeing my nephew draped across the casket,

because no one was allowed to see the body.

I could write about the day my daughter suddenly left.

I could write about my husband having a stroke,

learning to walk again and having a second stroke

which turned him into an old man.

I could write about losing two special people in my life,

one who was with us fifteen years and the other ten.

But instead, I’ll write about my rock Jesus.

I can’t see Him or touch Him,

but to me He’s more solid than Memorial Rock,

as big as a house, that just tumbled down the mountain

about an hour’s drive from my home,

digging a wide trench through the highway.

He’s the one that got me through all of the above.

Poetic Blooming laughing, Poetic Asides Cyhydedd

What Makes Me Laugh

What makes me laugh? I have to think.

Sometimes it’s something out of sync.

Or like an imp, sneaks up on you,

surprise will make me laugh on cue.         

A funny thought a twist of words,

I like to laugh at the absurd.

Or slap stick act in unplanned way,

a fall, a trip—awkward ballet.

Sometimes I giggle all alone

and friends all wonder what I’ve done.

At times when all things go awry

I find the funny, so I won’t cry.

Poetic Bloomings no prompt

The Oil Lamp

The oil lamp upon my fridge

Mom used to take the kerosene

Applied it to my open cuts

And it would heal me quick and clean

Mom used to take the kerosene

And while she dabbed me she would say

The lamp was old, from her dad’s side

It came from Alabama way

Applied it to my open cuts

So tenderly in my bedroom

The old lamp brings back memories

In storms, when lit, would chase the gloom

And it would heal me quick and clean

Yes, kerosene would do the trick

But now the lamp stands empty there

It doesn’t even have a wick

Poetic Asides waste

Dear Mother-in-law

You taught your son well, lessons

you learned from The Great Depression.

I’ve been married to him forty years.

and he’s starting to not feel uptight

when I throw away a salad dressing bottle

without rinsing to get the last drop out,

a serving of vegetables or moldy cheese.

We may have saved money, over the years

but we teetered on the edge of sanity, at times,

spending more time, effort and energy

than a left-over bologna sandwich was worth.

Poetic Bloomings summer

Colorado Reunion Trip

In summer time we hit the road

The car is packed with heavy load

We head for our short-term abode

Our past reunions turned out great

And so we all anticipate

Let’s move along and not be late

The past four weeks seemed to have slowed

The plans we have inside our head

To swim and hike till we feel dead

While some would like to stay in bed

Enjoy the trip is our firm code

The sun is hot, the sky is blue

The trees are green, the grasses too

Anticipating things we’ll do

Avoid the pass ‘cause it just snowed

Poetic Asides Summer

Summer Fun

Summer sun leads us to fun

Stretching ourselves past limits

Coaxing slow muscles to run

Summer sun leads us to fun

Of course, after work is done

We find fun and get in it

Summer sun leads us to fun

Stretching ourselves past limits

Poetic Bloomings Coming and Going

Coming and Going

Coming and going, here and there

Busy about a summer day

It’s good to stop and say a prayer

Coming and going,  here and there

To have wisdom to live with flair

And grace as we go on our way

Coming and going,  here and there

Busy about a summer day