Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Penguin Dreams

Penguin dreams
Purple thistle
Blowing in the wind

Daisy smiles
Wash away time
Freckles frolic
Under slate grey skies

Unicorn dances
Blackberry wine
Poured in haste
Hot pink

Giraffe hugs
Orange citrus
Invigorating romance

Porcupine laughs
On a hot summer day
Cinnamon kisses

Angel arms
Souls caressed
Bluebirds in flight

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Miracles Do Happen

I will not say
that I am not worthy
even though I think it
for I am learning that all
deserve to be loved.

Love should be
something unconditional
given freely
not something
that must be earned.

I have loved you
since before I met you
that I found you at all
is proof
that miracles do happen.

I Never Meant to Hurt You

I never meant to hurt you
And I bet you'd say the same
But the truth is
We both did
And so should share the blame.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

It IS getting better

There is a spray-painted message on the side of an overpass that I pass under on my way home from work every day that says, "It can get better". If the creator of this message intended to inspire or lift a person's spirits then they were successful. The first time I saw it, I smiled and things felt a little bit better. Each time I saw the message I felt a little bit better about life in general.

Then one day it dawned on me. What did this person mean by saying is 'can' get better. And, now that I think about it, that's not really all that positive a message. It 'can' get better? Well that doesn't tell me it WILL get better. Hmmm... Maybe that's what the person really should have said, "It will get better." To which my inner brat immediately said, "When?".

Okay, NOW. There, are you happy? It IS getting better.

So, maybe that's what this person should have sprayed on that overpass, "It is getting better". And when I thought about it I realized that no, that wouldn't work. If I had to drive under a message telling me that life is getting better I would have been indignant and thought, no it's not.

Perhaps the message is perfect just the way it is and it is up to every individual person to have that kind of response, or not, for themselves. Perhaps it is my reaction to that statement that makes all the difference.

All I know is that life and things ARE getting better. For that, for that message, and whomever managed to lean over the edge of the roadway and paint it upside down, I am grateful. And, that's all that matters.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Proud to be Your Friend

A friend told me that he is proud to be my friend. I have never heard those word before. Not even from my spouse. My friend said that he was sure others had said the same thing to me just in their own ways. Hmmm, I'm not so sure about that.

Regardless, the feeling is mutual. Thank you for making my day. Again.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Silly Little Words

Words strung together
move my heart and soul in ways
that nothing else can.

Holding those I love 
as closely as possible 
any way I can.

I say, "I love you" 
openly and so often 
to remove all doubt.

Silly little words 
when said by someone I love 
mean the world to me


Colors -- swirled, painted 
poured into, over, and through 
keep time with my pulse.

Sunday, May 01, 2011

I Remember

I remember when I was pregnant with my first son how when I slouched at my desk I would get a reminder to sit up straight in the form of a tiny foot being jammed up between my ribs. I remember learning all the words to Joshua Kadison's song Painted Desert Serenade and singing it about a million times. I remember reading the Harry Potter books together; I read the first and second stories aloud, by the third one he was reading it himself, and by the last one I had to wait my turn to get my hands on it.

So many sweet and silly memories of Max as a little boy that it's sometimes difficult to see him as he is today and realize that this handsome young man is the same person. How can that be? It was just yesterday...

Now, he's the tallest person in the house. We were at his Grandmother's house Friday evening. His Great Uncle, second cousin, and second cousin once removed (I think, I never get those relationships right) were visiting overnight. Anyway, when one of Nana's cats made an appearance Max scooped him up so that his little cousin, Amelia, could have a chance to pet him. Without being asked. 

Later he was back at the table trying his best not to look bored while the adults caught up around him. 

Yesterday was his prom. How is it possible that this young man is the same person who shoved his tiny foot up between my ribs and gave me so much indigestion?

Oh, yeah. I'm getting old. And, he's still giving me indigestion.