Project 52 – Week 35

August 23, 2012 § 3 Comments

The Woman That Saved Me

Graduation day, 19 year old me
My son had just turned three

Two years earlier I was alone and unsure
Struggling but trusting my intentions as pure

I sought a way to make good and do right
And before long I had an angel in sight

The woman that saved me
Is as mild mannered as they come

Well, after all, she is a Nun

But not typical, in any way, shape or form
Sister Betty Ann was definitely not the norm

But she always got the job done
She always made her point and got her way

At the very end of the day

The woman that saved me
Built a school where I could go
When I was 18 with a toddler in tow

And when she spoke with me
She always encouraged the best I could be

She was also an English teacher and liked my poetry
She always told me I should keep at it

The woman that saved me

Project 52 – Week 33 (I think)

August 10, 2012 § 5 Comments

A Novel Idea

I wondered how long I could ignore
I wasn’t sure I would last a day

Let alone a week, a month
But it’s been over a year

Since I put away
A story I started so long ago

Always believing it a novel idea
Always happy when I was working on it
Always wanting to just finish it

Project 52 – Week 30.5ish

July 24, 2012 § 1 Comment

Facing My Fears

It’s a wonder I made it to forty
For all the things I’m scared of

Recently, I tried, going up really high
Something that births terror in my belly

It’s a wonder I didn’t scream
Oh wait, I did, a little

We went up and around 170ft
Again, and again, again and again

Something outside creaked loudly
Hubby laughed wickedly

At the expression on my face

Finally, it ended, I bolted
And almost kissed the ground

It’s a wonder I made it to forty years

When I’m scared of heights, loud noises, spiders, the dark, traffic,
clowns, balloons, aliens, doors left unlocked, bunnies (you’ve obviously
never had one jump across your path at night) and a host of other things.

Project 52 – Week 29

July 15, 2012 § 2 Comments

The Falls

Majestic, loud in their thundering
Throwing water and air

Over the chasm
Without remorse

Nature’s intentions witnessed
Lost I am in awe

Niagara Falls

* Note: I know I’ve said I’m not photographer but I think I did pretty good with that one. Can you see the double rainbow?

Project 52 – Week 26

June 27, 2012 § 2 Comments

By the Lake

More than two hours does it take
To get ourselves by the lake

Bluest skies, green lush forest
Nope, there’s nothing for it

Water rippling across the way
Oh how it makes my day

Sitting by the lake

Night time is as grand as day
Having a fire feels like play

Roasting hot dogs, making smores
A soul couldn’t ask for more

Being by the lake

Days go fast with nothing to do
What’s even better is finding you

To share my morning coffee with
It doesn’t get much better than this

Life by the lake

Project 52 – Week 24

June 19, 2012 § 1 Comment

Duckies in the Pool

To live in suburbia
With all it’s city fascia

To live within hedges
And man-made landscapes

I revel and think it too cool
When I find duckies in the pool

To live within constraints
Mostly without complaint

Nothing makes my day
As something so out of the way

Like duckies in the pool

Project 52 – Week 23

June 7, 2012 § Leave a comment

Hat tip to Cate@Moments of Whimsy for the invitation to share in this project of making it a goal to do something I love at least once a week. I’ve been lax lately. Even when the rare urge to prose struck, I mostly ignored it. But this week I’ve been inspired to jump back in.

When Good is Better than Better

Better means trying harder
Better means yesterday was less

Better means some kind of measure
Better means comparisons

But when good is good it’s great

When looking down means being content
With what is on your plate

That’s when good is good and great

Better means still holding on
To something less than fine

Better means that yesterday
Is still too much on my mind

‘Cause right now good is good
And that’s better than better

Project 52 – Week 18

May 3, 2012 § 3 Comments

In This Moment

I call just to say Hi, see how’re you doing
And I get the same old response

“Busy now dear, can I call you back?”

Two minutes, two freakin’ minutes
Is all it would take to say Hi, I love you, been thinking

How’ve you been doing, how you’re gettin’ on
Want to tell you how your grandkids are

I’m fine, the kids’ pretty good, all of us doin’ well
But you want to wait until later for me to tell

Later has been my whole life and I’m tired of this
I still try my best to include you

“Busy now dear, can I call you back?”

Sure, but in this moment I’m angry
And think to myself, I might just not answer

Knowing full well that I will
I’ve got a whole life full of sharing to spill

And you’ll nod and you’ll smile and say “Good for you.”
And in my heart I’ll still be sad, that that’s the best you can do

40 years old and in this moment
I want a parent still

Project 52 – Week 17

April 29, 2012 § 3 Comments

Lessons in Life’s Not Fair

Loss in varying degrees, pain remains the same
Lessons in life’s not fair

I hold you as you hold her
Her body weak and listless

You blame yourself, I’m desperate to refute
Life’s like that sometimes, the point is moot

Your pain sears my soul
Her frail ginger body in your hands

You think it’s all your fault, when it really is not
Life’s just not fair sometimes

And we should not entertain
Until it’s a for sure deal

She can still get better

Sarah Jane had a rare and extreme adverse reaction to her vaccines. She had to be taken to the emergency animal hospital for treatment. She had stopped moving around, she had trouble opening her eyes and she starting drooling, indicating having trouble swallowing.

There, they gave her shots of steroids and Benadryl and said we’d have to watch her for the next twelve hours. No promises, no guarantees. Watch and wait and hopefully your beloved pet will make it through the night.

So far so good. She’s eating, purring, if not moving around as much as we’d hoped.

Project 52 – Weeks 15 & 16

April 18, 2012 § Leave a comment


A little late to be sure
All intentions still pure

I’ve reached the point of salient
All in or only out

Where is the me that used to shout
This me only sighs

Why does it always come down
To just do or die

I’m only half way through
I’m only half way grown

Hard to get a grip on that
With all I’ve known

I’ve reached the point of salient
No more one foot in and one out

Where is the me that used to shout
About how unfair, how unjust

This me only accepts
It is a must

Reaching the point of salient

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