Monthly Archives: April 2016

The Nurse

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The world was new as she stood alone.

New faces, new places she’d never known.

Finding her way, she strode through the door,

She sought the one out that she was there for.

She would manage as she knew she must,

It was this place now, or it was bust.

Her coffee in one hand, her pen in the other,

She was ready for this day. Could there be another?

Yes, today was her day.  Today was day one.

The beginning of a new life, the dawn of a new person.

She knew she had the skills to make this work,

Even her personality was a bit of a perk.

She was a nurse with a heart full of love,

Her empathy for others came from above.

 

 

Home Again


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Small and frail, with withered skin,

Hair of shining white with silver strands.

She watched the small birds she fed each day

and knew each one by scientific name.

The woodland creatures surrounding her home,

never missed a meal as well.

For she always fed them, but now she was ill.

Who would take care of her friends?

She missed her home, her little house on the hill.

It’s bright blue door, the big picture window,

her favorite old chair and the sunny pale yellow curtains.

She wanted to go home, but they talked about a home.

A home for elderly folks.

They talked as if she wasn’t there anymore.

And she just wanted to go home, to her hill.

A Yellow Bear’s Tale

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Just like my Winnie the Pooh, which I still have. He was purchased when I was 4. He’s now 42 years old. I love him still.

I was once not real, just stuffed,just a toy.

I was played with and shabby, not now, no more.

My girl wished hard and played with me each day.

She loved me for years and even took me to the shore.

She laughed and splashed as I watched the foamy waves .

I sat on the towel while she played.

She twirled me and hugged me. She told me she love d me.

All day at the beach we stayed.

When the day was done, she carried me home.

She became very ill and was chilled.

Her skin was on fire, and I stayed there beside her.

My love for her was deep as the sea.

She slept  most of three days, and my vigil was to stay

With the little girl who loved me most in the world.

When she awoke, I was filled with glee, as any yellow bear would be

Suddenly a tear, I felt running down my cheek.

I was real from that day forward, a blessing from above,

All because my girl had a wish and great love.

 

Moment in Life

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The deed was done.

It was harder than she thought.

Breaking the news to her family was a complete disaster.

She would survive. She had survived worse before and would survive worse again.

She needed that break in her life if only for a moment, a moment in the grand scheme of life.

There would be other chances, other opportunities, other jobs, other offers.

Right now she needed a break from it all. A break from the disaster that seemed to be her moment in life.

 

Dinnertime

Please enjoy this poem I wrote on dinnertime.  It’s part of the daily prompt “dinnertime”.  Also, I’ve been challenged to do 3 quotes for 3 days.  Here is day one.  I decided to role them both into one!
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The table is set with pearly white plates and turquoise glasses.

Everything looks so grand.

Salad of fresh, spring greens and bright crimson tomatoes sit in the temptingly in the crystal, shimmering bowl.

Mom has prepared our favorite dish with love and delight she serves us.

Velvety mashed potatoes, buttery carrots and steak done on the grill.

She calls us all in, pours us our milk as we sit together at last.

“Who will say grace?” she asks as we each take another one’s hand.

With delight in our eyes and forks held high, we each pass mom our plates.

She serves us our grub. We thank her with love.

Then eat till our bellies are content.

Distressed Mom!

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She had enough that day.  Kids screaming and all wanting everything at once.

Was she every to rest or get her own time to relax?

Usually calm and gentle in nature,

She new she would take things in stride, but not today.

Something was different and the kids had gotten on her last nerve.

She counted to 20 because 10 wasn’t high enough.

She went outside to get a break.

They followed her.

She felt like a rose bush bending in a gust of wind.

They asked and asked more and more.

They fought and fought.

Finally, the snap she had been trying to avoid came.

She yelled, “STOP! BE QUIET! EVERYONE BE STILL!”

They had finally made her snap, but she finally got her peace as they stared blankly at her, bewildered.

“I need peace.  I need quiet.  I need you to get along for the next hour.  You are all driving me crazy, so please do as I ask. Please.”

The message got through and peace was achieved.

The children did not like when mom snapped like that, so they all played together,

They remembered their love.

They remembered their manners.

They remembered they even liked each other.

There was peace in mom’s land and all was good again.

Mom took a nap and felt refreshed when she woke.

Dad reminded them all,

If mom isn’t happy, nobody’s happy.