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It is October again, but I have another in mind One long ago, and it brings tender memories It wasn't the usual, of Halloween kind Of parties and goblins, of which there were many It was a year of some changes, our family had moved I was ten years old...struggling and shy A small little town, I'd been replanted and torn It was late in October...now uprooted and more... A different school....a country lane....no close neighbors next door On Halloween night, it rained and it poured The end of the world...I was unhappy and bored Leaving what had been home, familiar and sure Where our old street had been filled With Halloween thrills Here in the country, ...no one came to the door I was dressed to go out...but storms plagued the night My mom understood....she saw my sad plight She went up to her room, made up her face She combed up her hair, until it stood on it's roots Covered her face with black fireplace soot She threw on her robe, and pulled on dad's boots Crept out the back door, and to the front porch When the doorbell rang....I jumped in delight! Trick-or-treaters had come to our house this dark night!! When I opened the door, at first I didn't see It was mom, ...trying to hard, bring me some glee! She grabbed me and laughed and pulled me to come Out into the rainstorm....up the road we would run We ran in the downpour, getting soaked to our skin Laughing and yelling....such fun it had been! Later that night, we warmed by the fire She let me stay up....no one was tired So cozy and warm...no longer so cold With popcorn, and candy...and the ghost stories told That one Halloween, on that night of the storm Was the best Halloween....and reminds me of home..... I'll never forget when each Halloween comes The gift of the fun.... all thanks to my mom.....
As December winds swirled the snow in drifts outside Lisa covered Mama, held her hand as she cried "It's my last Christmas, I know it in my heart, dear Send my prayers to God; deliver them with my tears" "Hush, Mama, you can't die; Tommy needs you so And his tour of duty still has six months to go" Mama fell asleep, Lisa bowed her head in prayer Adding her own tears, she asked that Tommy be there "Please let my brother see Mama just one more time When her eyes open, may it be her son she finds" Tears fell on the floor as Lisa kept vigil Beside her cancer-stricken mother so fragile Awakening to see Tommy standing nearby In uniform he appeared; Lisa exhaled a sigh "God sent you home, I knew He would, our pleas were heard" Tommy stroked his sister's hair, saying not one word 'Twas then Lisa saw Mama standing behind him Aglow in heaven's light were her mother and twin "How blessed we'll be – together on this Christmas Day!" Lisa exclaimed, just before they faded away Confused, she saw her ashen mom so still in bed 'Neath the door a telegram, Tommy too was dead And though there were tears in Lisa's blue eyes so bright Her loved ones would spend Christmas together in God's sight A smile came as candles flaming in the window grew Lisa realized one Christmas she'd be with them too *Rhyming narrative for Paula Swanson's "Tear" contest
There once was a lady named "Mom" Who had a hard time keeping calm. But she knows how to sew And garden and mow And she's a farmer on facebook.com She's a grandma to Mel and Harmony She's a young wife for "Gramps" who's 70! She calms the waters Of her four lovely daughters And best of all she puts up with me.
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ? My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers My Mother caring about all five in different ways Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~ Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws ! Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong. The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky " My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting. My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish, feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate . After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate .. Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ? Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~ the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on . Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~ Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~ Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza ! Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore. Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel ` Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores. ~ That is the Family I Love , that is the Family I choose to miss ~
***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)*** "Storm over yet...?" "Well hay'ell ye'ah! woo-hoo! sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer. whadda'bou that boy th'er? sum'body git him'a cole beer too!" "Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!" "Wha'choo sayin? wha'th'a? na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed! shoot! 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! torna'durr warnin' too! he gonna have him'a cole burr; on me!" my treat! mama, git him'a cole burr! ro'tt now; ya'here? besides... ta'days father's day!" © 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire
A Painful Thanksgiving Night… As I sit here this Thanksgiving night I can do nothing else but write. My family's in the other room So, why do I feel all this gloom? When we arrived late last night I thought for sure I would be alright. Even though it took everything in me To take that 3 hour drive you see. Each and every time I come All I want to do is run. Run away and never turn back A family bond I sure do lack. A mother's love is what I crave But a hug and money is all she gave. My sisters and I we try and try To understand mother as the years go by. But nothing about her ways makes sense She's cold and hard and always on the defense. Through the years she's done much wrong But the love of my mother I still do long. Though the bad memories of her will never erase I prayed through my kids they might be replaced. Maybe they would chase away her pain And my love for her would not be in vain. When they're around her it's clear to see There's nothing left, no mystery. Who she is; is what she'll be All I see is a repeat of history. A history filled with hurt and pain To protect my children I must break the chain. This chain has bound me in so many ways It almost claimed my life - on several days. Lay
The eve of Christmas a day I won't soon forget It was the day we celebrated yes I do remember The family came together for you with no regret Recalling a child, spying around, found a train set I would start to feel the excitement in November The eve of Christmas a day I won't soon forget Someone hurries to buy a last gift in a Corvette Another sad to celebrate, a gift they can't render The family came together for you with no regret The rest of the holiday, I'll change my mindset Going to show some real spirit, not be a pretender The eve of Christmas a day I won't soon forget If there is anyone, it's to you that I am in debt Lil sweet lady, no you were powerful yet slender The family came together for you with no regret So far from that magical time I'm a dark silhouette But my cold hard heart starts to melt in December The eve of Christmas a day I won't soon forget You taught me about Holiday spirit, with no regret Written by me Wayland Bunch II on 12/10/2013 for Happy Holidays contest in memory of my grandmother. I changed the last line, felt forced to change it, but will still categorize this poem as a Villanelle. I could have easily repeated the closing line again, or could have called it free verse, but neither would have done justice to the message or the form, because I used the power of the repetition, provided by the form, throughout.
Here's a special wish to all you mothers out there: Happy Mothers Day!
She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts, Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts, Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan, Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan, Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird, Along with some pork sausage meat that's been pre-prepared, She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in, Hangs it up with bits of string, there's no room in the tin, Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill, But makes sure they're all cooked thoroughly, so the family won't get ill, Cooks the bird for hours, while the table's being laid, With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade), Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs, Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares, Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody's place, Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face, And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce, The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as "horse", Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far, A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar. The family then all piles in, and argues over seats, The children are already full of chocolates and treats, Grandmother is mumbling, "Kids should be seen not heard", Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum's wrestling with the bird, She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks, While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks, They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat, And restless children run around, not staying in their seat, Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on, But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done, Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed, She throws the turkey down and shouts ,"There you go! Get stuffed!" 18th November 2012
You Inspire Me What inspires me? A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman) A gifted child An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something. That inspires me and by the way… O mother you inspire me (most of all)!
'Twas the week after Chrstmas and all through the house The children were sleeping, too tired to arouse, When all of a sudden there appeared in the room, Mama in her nightcap, carrying a broom. The stockings once hanging on mantle in row, Were picked off the floor, into storage they go. All the glitter of Christmas, now tarnished and torn, Must be removed from the room ere the New Year is born. She tackled the tree, taking some care, To remove every light, the tree was soon bare. She packed everything, put it safely away On a shelf in the basement 'til next Christmas Day. The fine Christmas spirit she'd had, was now flagging., She must clean up the mess to keep it from sagging. She dragged out the tree and then heaved a big sigh, Sat down with her coffee and had a good cry. This was modeled after Clement Clark Moore's, 'Twas TheNight Before Christmas'
Many Christmas stories are told every year, and many songs are sung with pure cheer; do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell, or a simple song I can hum and spread good will? When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly... by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box, and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!" The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer, and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly; the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly. It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet, she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it; how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands? " Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself. There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant; five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside, and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone. But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky; everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry, but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling. Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for, but something was missing from the snowy scenery... she remembered her ivory music box she had put away, and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door... Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box, laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree; Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight, as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A spider spun a silver web in a mound of golden straw, Then he hid himself inside the stack, away from the wind so raw. He yelled down to the sheep below Who were trying to huddle close, "It's times like this that I wish there was a fire for a mutton roast. For winter had come upon the land and his barn was deathly cold, He wasn't sure if he'd survive the night if the truth of it were told. He tried to dream a dream of hope to get him through the night, But he couldn't bring himself to sleep because of a blinding light. A star was shinning down on them as if the sun in mid-day glory, The little spider had yet to learn of the coming Christmas story. Below was a ewe with her lamb both snuggled up together, Trying their best to keep warm in the cold of the winter weather. "I'd never trade places with you anyway," the mother sheep bleated out, "Why are you so happy in your hate to lend voice to pain and doubt?" The light from heaven kept them awake and staring in wide wonder, When two weary travelers entered in and the straw became their plunder. The little spider became dislodged as a nest of straw was piled, And he could see that one of the travelers was very great with child. The three companions watched it all; they'd never seen a human being born, They were all surprised when at his birth There came the peal of an angelic horn. A herald's call went out to all the land announcing the newborn king, And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh to think of such a thing. Because this baby was so very small and his parents were so poor, Yet there was something about this newborn child that neither could ignore. The spider looked down on the ewe and said in a voice too bold, "This baby needs to be swaddled now to keep him from the cold. Good ewe I can spin for him a cover if you'll allow me to use your fleece." So together they worked to swaddle the child on this night of Holy peace. The mother smiled at them all as she took the blanket for her boy, Then laid him in a manger poor and they were overcome with joy. The meaning of this wondrous event was what made them all feel glad, For they had brought the first gift to the Lord by sharing what they had. And the warmth, which they had provided the child, also kept the three of them warm, May the loving joy that they discovered keep you this Christmas morn. Merry Christmas!
I sink into the steaming bath and soak my cares away, A glass of wine to cure the pain the damp brought on today; No screaming son to demand my time, today is just for me, A book is all I need to be as content as I can be; I call the local pizza place as the water cools and bubbles fade, I order up a large for me and hope it's not delayed; Soon the delivery man is on his way with a heavenly pizza pie; And I intend to enjoy every slice, just me, myself and I; The rain is coming down in torrents as I snuggle up on the couch; I slowly start feeling more like me, instead of Oscar the Grouch; I turn on my favorite movie, the one I've seen a thousand times; I enjoy every second as I relax, feeling sublime; My family will be home soon and their needs I'll have to tend; The sun sinks lower in the sky, as my perfect day draws to an end.
For just one hour, we live as our ancestors did Reading, writing, sharing the Earth by candlelight From our obligations to Mother Nature we hid Our eyes have become blinded, one with the night Nature's bounty has been squandered for too long We strip forests, mines, and drill for oil in pristine sea Should we have expected no punishment for this wrong? Wouldn't you prefer a world where creatures all run free? These cages, prisons, contain endangered species At 8:30 tonight though, Mother Nature is taking charge Locked doors will open, even the one your heart sees Is one hour without light enough time to recharge? Written March 29, 2012 for Nikko's "Beyond Earth Hour" challenge "If you can, please turn off your lights for an hour on Earth Hour 2012 ---March 31 ----8:30pm. Thanks :)" Tip: Wait until hot summers or cold winter to turn on the heat and air. I cut my utility bill in half by "dressing" for the temperatures, rather than use heat or air conditioning. In the summer I turn off the hot water – cool water feels much better on a hot day.
Last Minute Halloween Costume Toilet paper wraps; Costs less to dress as mummy, Mom thinks it's funny!
i don't want to be just marking time. i died on november 20, 2008, during surgery. i was on a vent when i awakened december 2, 2008....my sisters' birthday. what made me llive i'll never know. i know there are things to do on this side of death. i have no time for marking time. i have a stupid bag hanging from my side now. i am supposed to "get comfortable with it". well that was a laugh. that was a laugh until i thought of the people that had these things with no hope of ever getting away from them. i am so lucky. 14 days i laid on a vent, then 22 more. i came home 3 days, then i had great pain in my chest... . well this is great i said, a pulmonary emboli, 15 more days, three days home. then back to e.r. blood pressure too high. this bought me 4 more days in e.r. i am home now and finally have spent 19 days home. i feel every pain and i feel every time that i feel good yes, i am never marking time again.....there is something about fighting for your life and your sanity that straightens things out. i don't recommend it but i wish i could let your hearts know what i know. janetta
I have a bit of Irish in me From Grandma Mary Halloway. My German part is quite subdued On this my grandma's holiday. The Scotch and English part of Mom Combined with Irish from Grandma Make up the whole of half of me. The rest is German from my pa. A boiled potato and green beans Was part of Grandma's daily fare, But adding cabbage and corned beef Made up a feast beyond compare. On St Patrick's of every year, I think about my family tree. And wear the green to show my pride In the quarter Irish part of me.
JACK'S SNOWMAN It took three whole days for Jack to build a snowman; he's as tall and strong THRILLED BY SNOW They are thrilled and scream.. playing in the deep, fresh snow; they cannot their mom PONDERING MYSTERY Heart, take a quick look: isn't winter's glittering snow so mysterious?
It's funny how we associate things. They become one with each other. Who can imagine an Easter without the bunny, or losing a tooth and not being paid a visit by the tooth fairy. And Christmas would be unthinkable without Santa. So that is why, I guess, that I still remember one particular Thanksgiving from my youth. Back then, turkeys at the market were fresh, not frozen and encased in plastic as they are today. They also represented an extra expense on an already tight food budget. So my mother made arrangements with the market manager to set up a layaway of sorts, paying some each week, and they promised to hold one for her. I remember when, on the afternoon before Thanksgiving day, she sent me over to the grocer to pick up the turkey. I jumped on my bike and rode downtown to Converse Market. Walking up to the door, I found it locked. Shading my eyes, I pressed my nose against the window and saw that all the lights were off. Turns out they had closed early that day to give their employees a little more time to spend with their families. When I returned home and told my mother what had happened, the look on her face was one of devastation. What would Thanksgiving be without a turkey? I thought my dad would be mad, but instead he just said "we've got food in the house don't we"? And we did. So, although the letdown of a Thanksgiving without the traditional bird could have been a disaster, on that particular day, we chose instead to give thanks for what we had, and, as a family, dived into our pork chops with all the fixings. 11/19/2011
Sifting warm sand through my fingers lustrous fine grains glitter my palm. Soothed by the soft powdery touch, I sit for a while under the rocks My bare feet swirl patterns in the sand as I idly watch a beach life unfold Bustling mother's set up home on plaid blankets colourful beach bags thick with togs and towels Buckets, spades strewn all around a picnic stored carefully under a shady umbrella, they gather the children skip giddy with glee slapping sunscreen on lithe limbs with index finger warnings of do's and don'ts. My gaze drifts to little pink sisters, their chubby faces alive with imagination as nimble bodies straddle the sand, all wrapped up in mounds of castles studding their dreams with pearly shells and whispering tales of pretty princesses. At the water's edge long legs prancing tip toeing warmth into the chilly sea up to their waists in crested waves dipping and diving, an ocean of laughter as young lads play splashing and yelling a ball in the air they plunge. Picking up my sandals, I walk up the beach under the bridge past crimson valerian It's balmy perfume scenting a delicious day
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here, And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there, I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared, If you don't mind being compared, Repeating the many ways you cared, The experiences fondly replayed in many ways, Thoughts and memories that make me gay, Every recipe, every taste, Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste, Now it is what I use to fill my plate, It's what I use so I won't be late, Staying here learning to appreciate, All the miles, trucks caring freight.. For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait, But if you visit my mind would quake.
Listen up' here's the scoop, and honorable day is coming. It's a day to celebrate mothers celebrate special woman. Without mothers this world would be miserable and would be a real shame. With them on the scene there is no nonsense raising children it's not a game. All of "us" who were blessed with a mother. Know she is the only one and she is special above sisters and brothers. She has always been there for her children and their problems. Blessed by God, her job is to teach, heal, pamper as she takes care of her private kingdom. Special in every way it's the hardest job in her life and the best job she could have. Staying home to provide the best schooling in life, teaching them morals and how to behave. All of "us" who have had loving mothers should be truly thankful. You know you have only one, and we know were blessed and are truly thankful. The standing rock of the family she is the one that binds the household together, She has undeniable love for her children, devotion that lasts forever. Putting her career on hold putting it aside to be with her children to raise. She is deserving of all allocates we can give them, thanking her on this day with love and praise.
Mary's Tribulation She wept from the depths of her bowels For the child she brought into fruition. Not knowing in her love, She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices. Tortured nerves washed with vinegar. Nails driven through meridians to increase the pain. PAIN, oh so great, oh so long, That a Mother would die herself... Beneath the cross She wept and her heart broke in angst, His purpose to teach mankind. Her witness to His Love. So great, the task, His life His walk, so brief on earth. Yet thousands of years, the story retold Eternal salvation unfolds. That a Mother would die herself... Beneath the cross.
Perfect I catch myself thinking I have to call my mother or My mother would like That Christmas card With the kittens But there are no more phone calls And no more Christmases For her Or for me with her No more wondering What I would buy a woman who says "I don't need anything"? No more Complaining that I Have to take a bus and a train And a bus To visit her In a perfect world I would have been the perfect daughter More attentive More caring More loving In a perfect heaven My mother would be with my father He no longer yells Or worries about money Or forgets who she is They would sing songs together As they used to On a perfect Christmas There would be a Silent Night And that is what I have now But it seems Less than Perfect December 22, 2009
eternal love arrived… speck of flame spreading wild fire engulfing all time ~*~ * * * Note: #3 in series of 24 Monokus reflecting the holy season of Christmas! * * * * * *
As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy, As I pass by my four year old's awe toward friendly ghosts down the street of nostalgia, I am reminded of Saints gone home and good souls on their penitent journey, Zora Neale Hurston, Langston Hughes, Countee Cullen, Paul Robeson and the poets of my past, Hendrix, Morrison, Michael, Louis Armstong and the Sounds of my testimony, Prince and Wynton Marsalis, Miles Davis, Amadeus, Earth, Wind, and Fire, Saints living, saints dead, souls vibrant, souls sad in the darkness of regret, We are a glorious symphony on this, this all Hallows Eve, The eve of that day when I celebrate the muses of my sacrifice and the foundations of my epiphanies, "Halloween is here" my youngest daughter exclaims and I am reminded of many a night spent scavenging for sweet things and expectant laughter, Tragic kings like Edgar Allen and Charlie Parker, souls with so much pregnant genius that the world was too much for them, It is our celebration dear friends that will move the mountains of discontent, And so in this season of harvest, carpe diem calls me to absorb as much love as I can as the sun sets on purple leaves and gorgeous corn stalks, And in mother Africa, the ancestors dance like their Celtic sisters who fused the worship of our Lord and the glory of mother Gaia, And in mother Africa the land recovers from the grief stricken sting of rape, And in mother Africa my sisters and brothers celebrate the saints gone forward into that great mystery, Tecumseh and Black Elk I celebrate the brilliance of your aptitude, And I cry with you in triumph for the resurrection of a people forsaken but not defeated, Come Glory, On this All Hallows Eve, I celebrate the beauty of a journey full of confusion and catharsis, For the reality is that we truly cannot fail, As our cloud of witnesses sing to me of the victory that awaits, Tonight, adorned with the fashion of merriment, And the subtle chill of October wind reds our lips, Come Glory and Glory be to the faithful departed, Happy Halloween!
Mother's Day Mother's Day is upon us. It's time to give her what's come due. No more taking for granted everything that you know she can do. Mom ties the family together, holding each in her safe, warm space. She is everything to everyone as each day takes its place. Nurse, cook, housewife, taxi, and part of your cheering squad, Teacher, lover, and tender mom who'll chase away the storms… She'll administer your fever while giving into your every need quite fast. Then she'll take you to the doctor, and be the first to sign your cast. She'll scold you when you're wrong, and applaud you when you're right… Then still be there to be your friend each and every night. Then give you a kiss as it's off to bed while her eyes hold that warming spark. She's held your hand, and scared away the monsters each time in the dark. But better… she's held you heart forever so close and warm against the daily wars. And even when she's gone she's sworn to be your guardian angel ever more. All she asks once a year is a simple smile and hug from her special people so true. So here I am Mother… to say that I Truly Do Love You.
Mothers should be celebrated Every single day, But instead it's once a year – Well, what is there to say? You enter into parenthood And do what you must do. Quite often, in a family, The mothers are the glue. We hold it all together With a little help from dad; And wonder, when our kids grow up What life they'll think they had. Psychologists assign us blame. We must be trauma's cause; But hopefully, with age, such thoughts Will give our children pause. Perhaps they'll somehow understand The depth of how we feel And recognize a mother's love Is bottomless and real. It's lovely to receive a card, Store-bought or made by hand, 'Cause it acknowledges that sometimes Things work out as planned. And, in addition, if you got To see your kids today, Appreciate the fact Good fortune held you in its sway. Mothers' Day will soon be gone Yet if you are in luck, That glue that you set long ago Will still be strongly stuck. The calendar records the time, One day like any other; You do not need a holiday To reach out to your mother. For she is always there for you When life gets tough or hard; Her blood is flowing in your veins – She needs no gift or card.
Lying by the pool on Mother's Day My thoughts were so many miles away Suddenly my concentration broke "Your begonias are pretty," she spoke I looked, hoping to see her sweet face Wanting to give her one more embrace I was the youngest of three children I still think of her now and again But to hear her voice on Mother's Day Was better than a floral bouquet She's still with me; I feel her presence And when obstacles seem too immense She comes to me often in a dream And I feel her embrace as I scream As May approaches, she's on my mind To Mother's Day my thoughts are confined Alone in Mom's old house, memories I feel love her spirit embodies *Entry for Carol Brown's Memories of May contest. Written by Carolyn Devonshire. (True Story)
The soldier, the war, and I Today I am home and thinking to my self.. What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family? What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family? And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war.. Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country? Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely? Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go? Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured? Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family? Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back? Today I am home and thinking to myself.. Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill Today I am home and thinking to myself.. How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both! And at the end I stop. I think no more.. I am grateful for the things I have, I am grateful for the people who surround me... And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering Of all of those who have been touched by it.
The best gift I received was a cover In 1975 from my mother You are thinking 'that's a terrible presents' But back then we were cold, hungry peasants. It was fluffy polyester with rayon Or was it pink polyester and nylon? It was labeled a 'velvety soft mink' Never washed it became the 'pink stink' I would turn myself into a taco And feel like I'd won life's big lotto.
May your colors which unique shine thro' upon Family as the brilliant Christmas lights do, And yet after the white blanket has gone; May this joyous Season's peace find you true. May hearts warmth find you this grand Holiday. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year's dear Faye!
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
He sleeps there in a stable The babe born to the world Both mother, father watch with care Though swaddled in a cloth He is born, yet, to be king With but just rags for Him to wear This special morning The sun now shines bright From stars there in the Heavens To the rise of morning light The world now is much brighter As angels, too, now play There's hope and happiness to share Upon this Christmas Day For within the early morning Angels brought the sky a voice Calling forth those who wish to hear Along then, came all others Knowing truth within their hearts That all now have nothing to fear This special morning The sun now shines bright From stars there in the Heavens To the rise of morning light The world now is much brighter As angels, too, now play There's hope and happiness to share Upon this Christmas Day Go forth and tell all others Who had no chance to hear The news of hope and of the joy Let them know the Gift of God That comes to save us all His son sent as this little boy This special morning The sun now shines bright From stars there in the Heavens To the rise of morning light The world now is much brighter As angels, too, now play There's hope and happiness to share Upon this Christmas Day
?Dear Santa; for my wish list I would really love a bike- If it's not too much trouble Can I also have a kite?' 'I would like a new computer With games and an Ipod phone. I would also like a train set With tracks to fill my home.' 'But Mummy and Daddy are very poor Not much money they said- So if you cannot manage the above Can I have peace on Earth instead?'
Of all the wonderful things God did create, By far the best Is your father's mate A mother gives Unquestioning love And raises her children With a tender glove When all others have Their work done She is still at work With daughter and son She asks for nothing In return, Except perhaps for her children To somehow learn What makes good Better than bad And therefore a life Happy, not sad No easy chore, As we all know But every mother An extra mile will go. Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful Soup mothers, and, in fact, all mothers everywhere. You are the foundation stone of civilization.
Shades of color bounce within Singing their hues dancing in place Vivid lines colored outside Rules broken with empty space A midnights dream heard and seen Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye Wings touched flown and plucked Gliding like a bird up in the sky Wishes from pennies thrown into tears The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain Drowning from the shadows The flood paints the day Words speak volumes of silence hidden Their sounds blind to what they see Mirrors of nouns and verbs Their meaning and secrets lost at sea Emotions ruled by laws of language Spelled in boxes of glass Melted from sands inside That voices strangle to grasp
If I could do magic I'd bring my grandma back Always very encouraging Wisdom, she'd never lack On Christmas Eve, we'd gather together Just like the rest of some you do So many laughs, happiness there You knew grandma's love was true Midnight finally came around Seemed like eternity for some Gifts were then allowed opened We'd then find out who it's from We'd then hear a knock There standing was Santa Clause The little kids were shocked Each child then got a gift. We would wad up the wrapping paper throw it at our cousins, and more By the time it was over, Grandma's home Was messier then it was before
Today is a big celebration Its in the honor of you, Since I have no money These roses will have to do. Yellow is for your wisdom You proudly passed onto me, Your never ending confidence Helped make the person i was to be. I send a white rose for triumph Never setting yourself for a fall, You showed me how to keep going Anything can happen if i give it my all. Pink stands for your committment Never once have you let me down, You've stood beside me all the way Made me smile rather than frown. Green is the color of grass Also the sign its now spring, But its much broader to me For it shows the happiness you bring. I give you a purple rose next To show how much I care, For you are my one true friend Next to you, nobody can compare. At last i chose a red rose It come's with important words to say, I'm so glad to say your my mom I love you, Happy Mother's Day.
Mom You brought me up The right way Taught me right from wrong How to be strong And taught me how to Love unconditionally Mom You kissed my boo-boo's And bandaged my wounded pride Stood up for me when others Would deride And wept when I Found love Mom I parent because of what I saw When you would bring us up Putting our needs first And yours last My morals are your morals Because of you I am a good man Mom We don't pay tribute to you enough And sainthood awaits you In Heaven My hero, my savior, my mentor My mother I love you It's not enough, but it will do For now
Thank you mother, you birthed me, you nursed me, you fed and clothed me. You loved me, when seems, the word had loathed me. I'd not want that love in vain. However this is not your day. Thank you mother, for your support, and your optimistic sheen, it's inspiring and always has shaped the person whom I am. But this is not your day. It belongs to the greeting card companies. Who've robbed another holiday. Robbed it of all meaning, all substance and heart. Robbed it of it's very soul. Deformed it, corrupted it, chewed it up and spat it, till it's obscure meanings long forgot; faded into history, a mother's not. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty. And to celebrate all families. Who died before her dream could ever be realized. And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war and poverty and create a better world for all, only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service dedicated to selling cards and candy. To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social security stolen. While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their children. This holiday is an abomination. It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their children. A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this world.
If the doctor gave you a month to live Could you keep that to your self? Could you swallow your fear for thirty days And keep your secret stealth "You could possibly make it through Christmas", he said "If there's chemo in your veins" So she silenty took the treatment, once more And still she never complains She'd been in remission for seven years But again it started to grow Her children knew that the cancer returned But her secret, they didn't know She would only tell her brother the news And he swore he wouldn't tell So Christmas finally came and went But it was to be their last Noel Then on the tenth day of January She took her secret to her grave After she died her children were told Of this sacrifice she gave She wanted this Christmas to be the best A Christmas like no other For she didn't want her kids to be sad This woman was my mother
This is for the women Who showed us the way Who made us a snack after school every day The ladies that love us Through worst and the best The ones strong and lovely with whom we've been blessed The women that smiled When we brought dandelions home That pointed a direction, but let us roam The females with callused hands Hardworking and gentle Minds always open, never judgmental The women who held us Dear to their hearts Who would never let anything tear us apart The ladies that kissed us When our knees started to bleed Showing us family is all that we need This is for the mother's, the mommy's, ma's, madre's and mum's The ones that have shaped us into what we've become
How you've done it I'll never know You loved me before my feet ever touched the floor Raised and supported me in the battle of life And still taught me simple things like flying a kite You read me stories when i couldn't sleep And taught me the strategy of counting sheep Rubbed my back whenever i was sick Held me close when the the path got thick I remember all the smiles we shared and how when i cried you was always there You loved me even when i was bad And in return i hope to make you glad You've been my teacher and my mother for so long Teaching me that a right does not equal two wrongs My mother and teacher you will always be And forever and ever you'll be dear to me
For the last two Christmases, I have grieved. But in 2012 my friend gave me the best Christmas present that I've ever received. She gave me a ride to Sneedville so that I could spend Christmas with Mom and Dad. I was a very fortunate person but sadly, just several months later I lost what I had. I had no idea that within a matter of months that both Mom and Dad would both be dead. I spent the last Christmas with my parents, there would be no Christmases ahead. If Tammy hadn't given me that ride, I wouldn't have been able to be with Mom and Dad on Christmas. This time of the year is no longer easy for me because what happened filled my heart with darkness.
Mom slaved over cobbler pies for a dinner-time surprise! Applauded, she sighs...
In the center, flesh at her heart red rivers flow, moss feet, soft as wildflower fields grow canyons crayoned stenciled against mist and twilight sky eyes, clouds pass through mountains of moonlight, Mother bless me tonight. This poem is for the earth who is Mother to us all, and for my Mother, how I miss her today.
Ask Nothing of this World What is this? What sleek retribution is held within the Slightest movement on the soil? What slim issues stance is almost broken In cadence and cascade? Words shall leave the senses blind, Enough, time will find a healing balm for Eye to seize the day, when all in dreams must Fade; oh, this is not a sadness offered; this is not the final cut of circumstance; for yes, my fellow's dreams are sharp, yes their corners are folded clarity; all plans are Squared away this day; all is smooth and proper in Some ceremony of guilt and pleasure – but low a lasting treasure is found beyond such rituals, Such histrionic poses; beyond your comprehension – A gift which beats a pulsar tympani – as angels moan In symphony to herald the coming of His summation; His fingers on the moon, unseen tendrils tug the axis of the universe toward a sanguine moment… Shout this Brothers! True! His fiber strands withstand all trauma, his nightly dream, Your daily drama to give your heart a twirl, To ask nothing of this world.
Mother Molded from the best God has for humanity, Offering your time, your love, even your sanity. Trusting in Him to keep us safe from the unkown, Honoring God with your life and love you have shown. Enhancing my life with all the prayers offered up, Requesting nothing in return for filling up my cup. To my mom
I'm So Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
In the most fragile time of year, it comes to me in pastel shades. Florescent lights, and silent tears, are memories, as color fades A rain would come one Mother's day, in the most fragile time of year. Ironic, how such disarray, could sting me for a thousand years. The grip of anguish disappears, but eyes brim fresh, by small bouquets, in the most fragile time of year, which welcomes spring in early May. A hallmark card from yesterday, with words, unread, for her to hear, is sealed and kept and locked away, in the most fragile time of year ____________________________________________________ Submitted for Andrea's Contest: "Do You Know Quatern?" 5/4/14
Mother's Day has been a traditional holiday for years to come. This holiday is celebrated in every May. It's the time of the year for when he and/or she can take his/her mother out for brunch, giving her Mother's Day presents, and stuff. Mother's Day is the meaning to spend some quality time with their mothers, who've given their offspring plenty of life. everybody knows that Mother's Day is important to all of the mothers in the United States of America and all of Canada. What's so great about Mother's Day is when their children and grand children are sending them Mother's Day cards, make them by heart, buy them jewelry or whatever. Either way, Mother's Day is just Mother's Day and everybody knows that. I also that Mother's Day is very important to all of the mothers of America, including mine. Mother's Day isn't about giving them expensive gifts or taking them out to eat at fancy restaurants or eating brunch at country clubs; Mother's Day is about caring for the ones who've given birth to their children and we know that we wouldn't take anything our mothers have done for us for granted. And without Mother's Day, how are we going to show a lot of appreciation for our mothers?
"Outstanding Mother" by Kenny Davis Outstanding Mother A woman like no other Who is willing to give hugs and snuggles To help you pull through the struggles An Outstanding Mom So gentle and calm Who makes all the pain go away With just a touch of her palm An Outstanding Mama Through all the trauma Is willing to love and guide me Despite all of my drama No matter what I call her She is still a mother to me She is still outstanding Beyond understanding Mother, dear Mother Speaking for me Thank you for giving me wings And setting me free Wings to fly And the strength to survive on my own For keeping a means of sanctuary One I can gladly call home You are an angel in your child's eyes That's why you don't use your arms when we hug You use the feathery wings God gave you So warm and snug You tightly wrap them around me And gently wipe away all the tears With the overwhelming blanket of security You do away with all my fears. For all you've done for me, I know of your love And I love you too It's so obvious God loves me Because he richly blessed me with a mother like you. © May 2009 k.davis
there here till the end and when you need a helping hand they are most likely to help.they will always be there when your sad or happy or maybe even angry and scared.
We Salute Our Veterans… We salute every soldier who's served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We'd be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who've guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Veteran's Day this year… Let's offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer… May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton
A is for apple her favourite food. N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer. G is for green her favourite colour. E is for easter her favourite holiday. L is for lilly her favourite flower.
Mommy! Mommy! See the Christmas tree Shining brightly for the neighborhood to see? And the logs on the fire are so sparkly. They make me feel warm and fuzzy. Did you know tonight is Christmas Eve? Mommy! Mommy! Watch how the lights Blink and glitter. They shine so bright. Used to be I was 'fraid of the night But it's too pretty to feel any fright. Mommy, what will you open at midnight? Mommy! Mommy! Listen. They're singing And there's snowmen. And angels. And bells ringing! I wonder if anyone will come bringing Any music for us? Any ding-dong-dinging, And make us happy…our skin tingling? Mommy! Mommy! What did you say? Oh, me? What do I want this holiday? That's easy. I wan'na laugh, sing and play With you -n- Sissy. Now, can we pray That God will send us Daddy on Christmas Day?
I made something quite Special for you mom and dad For Christmas this year.
Happy birthday to me I made it to forty Now isn't that just nifty Next comes fifty Happy Birthday to Me Happy Birthday to Me
We salute every soldier who's served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We'd be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who've guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let's offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer… May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton 05/21/10
The Older I Am… It seems like the older I am, with each passing day. There's someone that I know who "passes away." I remember as a child, 40 seemed to be "old." Now, it seems quite young. As I've been told. This life that I have is wonderful and God given. He wants to be with me each day that I'm livin. The older I am, the more I begin to see. I need much more of God, and a lot less of me! Whatever path in life that I might choose. Without God in control. I'm going to lose! He's the one that I need to take control. His word brings nourishment to my soul! His word and commandments need to be obeyed. There's nothing for HIS LOVE I would ever trade! I thank you my lord for the life I have received. An eternal life with you, I want to achieve! The older I am…The closer I get to my mansion above God has blessed me and given me his eternal love! One more day with Jesus is sweeter than before! No matter my age. I'll always need him MORE! He is and will always be with me till the end of time. I'm so glad that I am his. And he is MINE! By Jim Pemberton
Mother's Vacation 1946 the warmest May ever in Norway, mother went camping with her lover on an island. I was 8 and could boil potatoes and look after myself, but evenings that had no darkness was long, and this was before TV. A big war had just ended; mother was free to be young. I was reading a travel book "Argentina" when mother came back a bit earlier than planned, she looked radiant and sun tanned. She spoke excitedly about fishing for crabs at midnight boiling and eating them warm. I think she came home feeling guilty for leaving. When she had spoken I continued to read the book about the pampas of Argentine. She could not bring herself to say she had missed me, and I was unable to tell her how much I missed her... Next morning she went back to the island and I boiled potatoes and ate them with tinned sardines and continued to read books about great adventures.
At the sea, Sunday Clear and breeze, total Ease, dress up to knees Totally fun day Families here, cheer Excitement rise By Mother's side Don't come Monday Let continue Fun, fun day Come on wave Wash away Stress go By the Sea
I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail I'm such a "go getter" and I hate sitting still One things' for certain, I haven't lost my will. All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door. I'm covered in bruises, from head to my toes, I say it's 'cuz, I punched a guy in the nose. This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back? All of my treatments, are a thing of the past I don't have to see doctors, I'm free at last. Believe it or not, hubby's quite a good cook And he doesn't follow, a recipe book. I've had to scold him every once in a while "Please don't leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile". He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors He'll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast When he gets loud, I'll turn the TV full blast. I have to admit, that it's funny to see Looking out that window, as he trims the tree. I still try to figure, why men can't "just trim" NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb. The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day Time passes quickly, which is scary to say. Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you May all of your dreams, and wishes come true. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR
More Than a Mother by Kenny Davis You're more than a mother to me You're a better part of my heart Through all the tears, I look to you For me, that's where the joy starts You're more than a mother to me You're more like a guiding light There in the mists of the darkness I am drawn to you, burning so bright You're more than a mother to me You're like the sunlight after the rain A comfort after the troubles Removing all of my pain You're more than a mother to me You're my calm before the storm Keeping me grounded, keeping me focused So my faith may take its form You're more than a mother to me My personal North Star Finding myself following your glistening glow For times, when I shall stray afar You're more than a mother to me You're like the first day of spring Each smile from you, a simple ray of sunshine Angels and birds would sing You're more than a mother to me You're my absolute best friend Of all the times we have spent and shared I hope and pray they never end You're more than a mother to me You're truly one of a kind I am truly blessed to have a mother like you I am glad to say you're mine © May 2010 K. Davis
May 13th is my mother's birthday. I hope she's very excited. Although we have different point of views and we're the exact opposite, she's still my mom and I love her. Her love is still the same, even though she's getting old, but no matter. It's the time of the year when my family members get the chance to wish my loving mother a great happy birthday and hoping that her birthday goes well as planned. Even if I can't afford to get my mom a birthday present and/or a birthday card, I'd still be the only one to tell my mom that I really love her, and always will. I'll still love my mom, even if I get married and have children of my own in the near future. But even though my mother's birthday only comes once a year and it ends at midnight, it will have been a birthday everybody, including me, will never forget. I hope my mother's birthdays go great as planned and I hope she has some perfect birthdays and regular days for what will be the rest of her life. Happy birthday, Mom.
From a child to adult, You've always been right there Willing to lend a hand, To show how much you care. Through good times and bad times, We've made it together Remembering them all, I'll cherish forever. We talk about problems, Willing to lend your ear Helping in life's struggles, We laugh or shed a tear. I'd never have made it Without you by my side Forever your baby, Through life you've been my guide. Thank you mom for being, So special in your way I'm writing to wish you, A Happy Mother's Day!
She felt bone-tired and weary it was such a cold night on this the most magnificent night of her life She had ridden for miles offering her husband brave smiles their faithful donkey plodded along on this miraculous night sung of in our Christmas songs As the pain tore through her she suffered in silence meeting each wave with love in her heart meeting each in awe of the life that would start The night was clear a sky full of stars but none could compare to Bethlehem's star Mighty kings looked up in wonder hastening their pace they had a long way to go to reach that blessed place There were sheep and cows near by but no baby's toys just a new world of love and joy at the birth of one special boy
out in the pasture sits a church homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt given to Mother so it stops her hurt decorated each Christmas for what's its worth as Mother lays down the cotton skirt out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt holding their swords that really can hurt strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts for all her effort and time even when she hurts as mother kneels in front of her church she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth comes in from the cold and winters bursts gathers the children as they all look at her work and tells us the story of a Christmas birth as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth as we wiped our tears with our night shirts I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt Tribute To Nativity Scenes Merry Xmas All Love Kathy And Jenny
there was a naughty girl and a naughty girl was she for nothing would she do but peek at christmas gifts with glee she would look for name like was a game still curious and bound little pokes in presents were found now she had to grabbed tape oops late in came mom caught without sound she laughed I cried said sorry gift taken from thee how dad did spank me Happy Holidays To All Love Kathy & Jenny Entry For Brian Strand's Bio Christmas Parlour Poetry Contest GL All
I did not stop to tell you I didn't even try I did not think about it I'm not real sure why You are always there for me And yet this remains I don't tell you near enough That I am just the same All the things I wanted In everything I do I see that I'm a mirror Reflecting what is you I should have told you sooner I could have let you know I will always love you Thanks for helping me grow. Happy Mother's Day Mama
Of all the people in my life that I am thankful to I know there's not alot but one stands out among the few If teachers rated people you'd score high among the curve But since they don't, you never get the credit you deserve You're known for giving freely, asking nothing in return Even when no "thank you" comes your way you don't feel spurned The love you show burns like a light as brilliant as the sun More reliable than AT&T, It reaches everyone I'm that sure you are wondering who I am talking about I'll speak it in a normal voice, Although my heart will shout The person I want to dedicate this Thanksgiving Day to Is my Grandmother whom I love so much, and honestly... THANK YOU
I for one can't help but wonder how the Kid's life would have turned out, had he not lost his mother. The one true individual in his life whom he loved devotedly like no other and so too was her love for him, the devoted unconditional love of a loving mother. Catherine was a strong, independent, gregarious lass whom everyone seemed to like and enjoy very dearly. She earned a living selling baked goods to customers she had amassed and by doing much of the neighborhood's dirty laundry. She also dabbled in real estate, purchasing what little property she could afford, and to earn extra income she'd often open the door to her home and welcome all those willing to pay room and board. Many a tenderfoot would show up at her door and Mrs Catherine Antrim (the Kid's mother) would nurse them, feed them and provide them a nights board. It's very obvious that Billy's fine qualities were passed down to him from his mother. Had she lived an average lifetime, In my mind there is no doubt, Billy, the Kid today may have been a most different legend that may have come about. He most likely would have been a very outstanding model citizen, as well as a great humanitarian. Today he may have been an even greater prouder legend had his mother's life not been so abruptly brought to an end. * Dedicated to all The Great Mothers who have Greatly Influenced Their Children. Happy Mothers Day.
A warm fire, briskly burns, in our fireplace surrounded by stockings you can smell the scent of cinnamon as heated apple cider, warms on the stove A large, soft bearskin rug rests, on the floor in front of the hearth the expression on it's face, not a holiday smile yet not angry enough to spoil the moment The kids have long since gone to bed, wondering, just what Santa will bring while Mother and I sit quietly together warmed by the fire and cider being sipped The lights on the tree are twinkling, in a multi - colored array of Reds, Blues and greens that seem to make the garland shimmer as it touched by a rainbow Christmas music playing softly from a CD, singers, singing of Chestnuts, Coming home White Christmas and a Jolly old fellow as Mother smiles, gently as she listens I feel her hand, slip into mine, as she looks at me with the love we have shared for three Christmas' now with the same sparkle in her eyes As the fire dies down, we see that, the time has slipped away, to early morn we decide to curl up on the bearskin and add another log to the fire Wit anticipation that the kids, would soon awaken us with the wonderment of the day, Christmas Day these thoughts as we drift off to slumber When we awaken, we find to our surprise, that the children, had awaken, come down but instead of waking us, they curled up next to us, and fell off back to sleep We wake up, long after dawn, fire died the smell of cinnamon, still clinging in the air children are awake now, presents being opened we realize, how joyful the season really is
I am lonely as the hills On a cold Christmas eve Can even feel the chills Almost want to leave I remember Christmas as child And how the fireplace glowed Sometimes the weather was mild Then we would wish it had snowed I can still smell the baking My mother used to make Think I will start making What my mother used to bake I start to make some cookies And baking up some pies I was not taught by rookies Can make a good dough rise I start setting up my tree And putting on the lights I really want to see How it will look tonight I will always know Family will be here And I will always show My love is always near To have a happy holiday Keep your family close And always try to find a way To show they are your loves To you all I say Merry Christmas Will you have a very good night Just get into the spirit of Christmas It will be a very good sight
As the fragrance fades, of love once so deep, into the unknown, where she now weeps. Silent she stares, at what once was there, pictures, a reminder, remembering, when her children were there. Silver is her hair, her body frail, and weak, she calls their names, as the tears roll down her cheeks. Where have they gone, why don't they call, forgotten in time, trying to recall. Miles are between them, their busy days, and nights, just trying to survive, and a mother cries. Lonely she is, and lonely she will be, as she hangs their pictures, on her Christmas Tree.
I: Sitting carefully on the tiny wooden Church chairs each of you appear to be a pale and delicate blossom. Or a stiff and straight stem. II: Eggs in bright colors nestle in the new green leaves. Neon pink and lemon yellow blooms their hiding places beneath the trees. One Lavender with lime dots. III: Pony tails tied with colorful ribbons Ball caps Bouncing as you run from place to place. So excited as you spot one egg. Never seeing the three resting on the watering can. Old sand buckets find a new use today. IV: The tousled heads rest atop snowy pillows. Sunday school frills hung away. Bright Eggs hidden and found. Ball caps hung; Pony tails down. V: The Flowers of my Easter Lay sleeping; peaceful and free with the smears of egg yolk and chocolate bunnies across their rosy cherub cheeks. written By: Patricia Sawyer 4-8-2009
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Houston is on the hunt for NC teachers once again
Posted By Lindsay Wagner On July 21, 2014 @ 11:02 am In Uncategorized | Comments Disabled
On the heels of its Raleigh job fair in May [1], the Houston Independent School District (HISD) is once again looking to poach North Carolina's school teachers to come work in Texas for much higher pay. The Texas school district will be holding job fairs this week in Greensboro, Raleigh and Charlotte. [2]
The available jobs in Houston, according to Greensboro's News & Record [3], are in "critical shortage" areas including bilingual education, secondary math and science, special education and career and technical education.
HISD, which is headed by former Guilford County Schools superintendent Terry Grier, advertises a starting salary for teachers of $49,100 [4]. In North Carolina, the starting salary for teachers is currently $30,800. The advertisement says the Houston school district is "prepared to make job offers on the spot."
North Carolina currently ranks 46th in the nation in teacher pay, and there has been no shortage of attention to the fact that teachers, who haven't seen a significant pay increase in six years, are leaving the state in large numbers [5].
Lawmakers are currently embroiled in a budget battle over how much more to pay teachers [6], proposing anywhere from a 6 to 11 percent pay raise and bringing the starting salary for teachers up to $35,000.
But those salary increases may come at the expense of teacher assistants [7], who could be laid off in large numbers this fall to pay for the pay bumps.
See HISD's job fair advertisements here [4], here [8]and here [9].
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[1] On the heels of its Raleigh job fair in May: http://www.newsobserver.com/2014/05/31/3901272/houston-school-district-holds.html
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[3] according to Greensboro's News & Record: http://www.news-record.com/blogs/the_chalkboard/article_ad56c2c0-106e-11e4-a513-001a4bcf6878.html
[4] advertises a starting salary for teachers of $49,100: https://houstonisd.wufoo.com/forms/raleigh-nc-critical-shortage-teacher-job-fair/
[5] leaving the state in large numbers: http://www.ncpolicywatch.com/2013/10/31/have-north-carolinas-teachers-reached-the-boiling-point/
[6] embroiled in a budget battle over how much more to pay teachers: http://www.ncpolicywatch.com/2014/07/09/budget-negotiations-update-teacher-assistants-find-themselves-at-the-center-of-the-battle-over-teacher-pay/
[7] salary increases may come at the expense of teacher assistants: http://www.ncpolicywatch.com/2014/07/16/cutting-teacher-assistants-means-eliminating-school-bus-drivers-and-other-critical-services-too/
[8] here : https://houstonisd.wufoo.com/forms/greensboro-nc-critical-shortage-teacher-job-fair/
[9] here: https://houstonisd.wufoo.com/forms/charlotte-nc-critical-shortage-teacher-job-fair/
[10] Jim Hunt: Respect current (and future) teachers by improving pay, working conditions : http://pulse.ncpolicywatch.org/2014/09/22/jim-hunt-respect-current-and-future-teachers-by-improving-pay-working-conditions/
[11] State's new teacher pay structure boosts paychecks for some teachers, not so much for others : http://pulse.ncpolicywatch.org/2014/09/24/states-new-teacher-pay-structure-boosts-paychecks-for-some-teachers-not-so-much-for-others/
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Want to know a little more about NYRA handicapper and TV analyst Andy Serling? Follow along with Serling's picks on Twitter by clicking here. Here's 10 things you didn't know about him: 1. I was not born in Saratoga. 2. Somebody outside of my mother actually loves me. 3. I secretly love steeplechase racing. 4. […]
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Donation attempt turns into bomb scare
An unexploded 77 mm artillery shell found in an attic of a home in the village of Victory caused a stir in downtown Saratoga Springs Thursday when the State Police bomb squad had to be called in to ensure it wouldn't blow up. Three people in their late teens or early 20s drove the undated […]
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Travers Eve Party to debut this year
Those in Saratoga love a reason for a downtown festival, and I'm surprised that this is the first year for the Travers Eve Party. This is a big weekend for horse racing (between the Travers and Rachel Alexandra's appearance in the Personal Ensign) and revelers are invited to celebrate on Friday night downtown. Much like […]
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The field for the Travers (with my pick)
Here's the rundown of the Travers Stakes field with post positions (trainer and jockey in parenthesis). Post time is approximately 5:46 p.m.: 1. Miner's Reserve, 12-1 (Nick Zito, David Cohen) 2. Trappe Shot, 4-1 (Kiaran McLaughlin, Alan Garcia) 3. Admiral Alex, 12-1 (Leon Blusiewicz, Kent Desormeaux) 4. First Dude, 8-1 (Dale Romans, Ramon Dominguez) 5. […]
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Travers giveaway: Twinkle Studio necklace
UPDATE: Commenter #42, Michelle, was the winner of the giveaway. We picked several winners before that, but if you didn't specifically answer with a horse that was running in the Travers then you weren't eligible to win. Again, congrats to Michelle and a big thank you to Sara at Twinkle Studio! Check out this fabulous […]
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Charter fight intensifies
The Saratoga Springs City Council voted Wednesday to spend more money fighting an effort by a citizens group to change the city's form of government. Accounts Commissioner John Franck last week rejected a petition of signatures gathered by the Saratoga Citizen group that calls for a Nov. 2 referendum on changing the city's commission form […]
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Man arrested for punching police horse – updated X2
Jamison Johnson hit Jupiter and a two-legged police officer, his lawyer said today. Andrew Blumenberg represented Johnson. He said his client "doesn't feel good" about the incident. Johnson pleaded guilty Aug. 17 to resisting arrest. He could have served up to a year in jail on the charge but took a deal for 30 days. […]
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Travers week, "Double Day Spectacular"
Saratoga County Chamber of Commerce President Todd Shimkus shows off the special Travers 2010 mardi gras beads that will be handed out to adults. Attention. This week's Travers Festival will culminate in back-to-back blockbuster events: The Travers Stakes and Rachel Alexandra's return to Saratoga. The New York Racing Association Monday announced a series of special events […]
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Saratoga Race Course featured in Shape magazine
Saratoga Race Course is the backdrop for a six-page spread in the September issue of Shape. Shot in June, "The Fast Track to Fall Fashion," includes a number of pictures from the track's most recognizable locations, including the starting gate, the Oklahoma training track, the backstretch and the grandstand. Exercise rider Patrice Pot and Max […]
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10 things you didn't know about Charlie Hayward
We asked for 10 things we didn't know about New York Racing Association President Charlie Hayward, and he gave us 11! Most of them are really good. Here goes: 1. I have owned a house in Saratoga Springs since 1986. 2. My favorite recording artist is country singer Faith Hill. 3. Two days before my 30th […]
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Deep inside the iOS 5 file system 9to5Mac has found an evidence for a next-generation Apple TV being in the works – a reference to 'Apple TV 3,1' (current model is listed as 2,1). According to 9to5Mac, the number changing from 2 to 3 should signify a major upgrade. What changes can we expect? Most likely, the device will get a dual-core A5 processor that would open door to true 1080p. In July AppleInsider reported that Apple may be preparing to begin supporting 1080p movies in its iTunes Store later this year. True 1080p would be a nice update for iPhone 4S owners since the device allows to shoot 1080p videos and then stream it to Apple TV via AirPlay. Games mirrored in 1080p, like Real Racing 2 HD, would also be awesome. The current Apple TV's A4 processor only allows 720p playback.


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The marine rescue service has to do a "bit of detective work" after finding an empty 25-person life raft floating 49 nautical miles east of Dunedin, Rescue Co-ordination Centre spokesman Ross Henderson says.
Tourists could be saved from getting in a "hell of a pickle" if GPS systems stopped sending them up paper roads, Otago Peninsula Community Board member Senior Constable Lox Kellas says.
The Southern Primary Health Organisation failed to meet targets for delivering primary health measures to high-needs patients in seven of nine categories in the six months to December 2011.
Woodhaugh Rest Home, in Dunedin, is addressing shortcomings identified in a Ministry of Health audit carried out in February, Cressida Healthcare general manager Colleen Stairmand, of Auckland, says.
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Coverage: CBS Sports Network
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Passing: B. Doughty (WKU) - 199 YDS, 2 TD, 1 INT
Rushing: A. Andrews (WKU) - 24 CAR, 117 YDS, 1 TD
Receiving: W. McNeal (WKU) - 6 REC, 101 YDS, 2 TD
WEST POINT, N.Y. -- Once recruited to play at West Point, Antonio Andrews gave 36,276 fans at Michie Stadium a bitter memory in the final seconds of Army's last home game.
The nation's leading rusher ran for 117 yards and the game-winning touchdown with 32 seconds left as Western Kentucky went 87 yards in 3:49 and came back to beat Army 21-17 Saturday in the teams' first meeting.
"We just got down the field quick and got a scoring opportunity," Andrews said. "It just all happened fast, so it's all exciting."
Quarterback Brandon Doughty was 16 for 24 for 199 yards, two touchdowns and an interception for the Hilltoppers (6-4, 2/3 Sun Belt), who clinched bowl eligibility for the third straight season.
"It's a great way to win a game," Hilltoppers coach Bobby Petrino said. "I'm excited about the way we won the game."
Held scoreless in the first half, Western Kentucky went up on Doughty's second touchdown pass to Willie McNeal (101 yards receiving), which made it 14-10 early in the fourth.
"Once we started running the ball with power, it opened up our passing game," Petrino said.
Army responded to take a 17-14 lead on Terry Baggett's 20-yard rush with 7:03 to go, but couldn't stop Andrews as the Hilltoppers marched against the clock in the final minutes. Andrews ran in virtually unscathed for the go-ahead score.
Baggett had 102 yards for the Black Knights (3-7), who saw the possibility of a bowl game slip away on senior day. Tony Giovannelli added 82 rushing yards in the loss.
The Hilltoppers, held to a season-low 334 yards of total offense, played in New York for the first time in their 94-year history. Western Kentucky had faced another triple-option academy, Navy, in a 19-7 win earlier this season, giving up just 107 yards.
Army, the nation's top rushing team, had more success, going for 277 yards.
Army was poised to get on the board first after Giovannelli's 68-yard scurry up the left sideline set the Black Knights up with first-and-goal.
But Jonathan Dowling forced quarterback Angel Santiago to fumble his keeper at the 2 two plays later, and Tyree Robinson recovered to dash Army's drive.
Western Kentucky saw its own scoring opportunity wasted early in the second when a TD pass to McNeal was called back on a penalty. On the next play, third-and-11 from the Army 19, Thomas Holloway intercepted Doughty's pass in the end zone.
Still scoreless, the teams traded possession throughout the second quarter until, facing third-and-16 from the Hilltoppers' 37, Army's fortunes turned.
Santiago found Giovannelli over the middle for a 16-yard completion, and a targeting penalty against Robinson -- who came in head-first -- tacked on another 10 yards. Daniel Grochowski's 25-yard field goal eventually capped the drive and made it 3-0 Army.
Army's series to open the second half was going nowhere fast until punter Alex Tardieu ran 20 yards on a fourth down fake, giving the Black Knights new life at midfield. Then, Baggett took a pitch up the right sideline 28 yards, setting up Santiago's one-yard touchdown keeper. The Black Knights led 10-0 with 10:33 remaining in the third.
The Hilltoppers finally scored with 5:35 to go in the third when Doughty found McNeal on a slant for an 11-yard touchdown, cutting it to 10-7. Western Kentucky would go up 14-0 six seconds into the fourth when Doughty side-armed another touchdown pass through traffic to McNeal.
But Army wasn't done yet.
On third-and-4 from the 20, Baggett took Santiago's pitch right, broke through traffic and skipped up the sideline for the score, capping a 15-play, 75-yard drive and giving Army a 17-14 lead with 7:03 to go.
The Black Knights, however, couldn't put Western Kentucky away -- not even after Andrews, at the end of a 16-yard run, fumbled two plays into a crucial drive with 6:35 left.
As it turned out, Western Kentucky still had a 10-play, 87-yard drive in store when it needed it most.
"It was fun to watch our players make the plays to win the game," Petrino said.
Team Stat Comparison
1st Downs | 18 | 16 |
Total Yards | 334 | 347 |
Passing | 199 | 70 |
Rushing | 135 | 277 |
Penalties | 5-30 | 6-46 |
3rd Down Conversions | 7-12 | 9-15 |
4th Down Conversions | 0-1 | 1-2 |
Turnovers | 2 | 2 |
Possession | 29:43 | 30:17 |
Scoring Summary
FG | 03:35 | Daniel Grochowski 25 Yd | 0 | 3 | |
TD | 10:33 | Angel Santiago 1 Yd Run (Daniel Grochowski Kick) | 0 | 10 | |
TD | 05:35 | Willie McNeal 11 Yd Pass From Brandon Doughty (Garrett Schwettman Kick) | 7 | 10 | |
TD | 14:54 | Willie McNeal 4 Yd Pass From Brandon Doughty (Garrett Schwettman Kick) | 14 | 10 | |
TD | 07:03 | Terry Baggett 20 Yd Run (Daniel Grochowski Kick) | 14 | 17 | |
TD | 00:32 | Antonio Andrews 2 Yd Run (Garrett Schwettman Kick) | 21 | 17 |


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"I believe in everything until it's disproved," said John Lennon. "So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind."
Whether or not fairies exist only in one's mind, this photographic feast of rustic, enchanting fairy houses will captivate both believers and skeptics. From woodlands to backyards, the Kanes have assembled an amazing collection of fairy shelters constructed by children and their families using only natural materials.
The couple discovered fairy houses while visiting an island off the New England coast. Tracy became enamored with the pastime and the result was her "Fairy Houses Series." Her first book, Fairy Houses, a fictional story of a young girl who builds a fairy house and is rewarded with a magical surprise, was chosen as a "Top 10 Children's" Book Sense Pick. This new book, with photographs by Barry, is the result of events in New England and a fairy house garden tour in New Hampshire where the Kanes saw participants taking fairy houses to a new level. They now give workshops in building fairy houses.
These dwellings are ingenious. Squares of birch bark and sprigs of cedar keep the rain off little dwellers. Acorn cap plates hold seeds, and milkweed pod boats with leaf sails carry tiny travelers across the water. Beach fairy houses are nestled into driftwood and tucked into rocks, decorated with shells, stones, and beach glass.
The backyard houses beckon the reader inside: a loft within a flower-covered stick teepee or a hollowed gourd bedroom lined with the white silk of a milkweed pod. Sand dollars become tables; twigs, a chair.
Younger readers will find the section on fairy house details particularly captivating, with its photographs of a lamb's ear leaf lounge chair, a miniature breakfast table, a feather patio umbrella, a moss-and-stone dancing ring, even a birch bark outhouse.
The book is sparse in text, but the photographs alone will pull readers away from the television and out into the backyard. With a little imagination and ingenuity, even dried grass, gravel, and leaves can be transformed into a magical place that will make a believer out of a child and permit adults to revisit the magic and wonder of their youth.


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Five U.S. senators, including Sens. Patrick Leahy and Bernard Sander of Vermont, have sent a letter to the Nuclear Regulatory Commission to protest what they called the unwise policy of allowing decommissioning nuclear reactors to be exempt from emergency response regulations.
Also signing the letter were Sen. Edward J. Markey, D-Mass., Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand, D-N.Y., and Sen. Barbara Boxer, D-Calif., who is the chairwoman of the Senate Environment and Public Works Committee.
Vermont Yankee is slated to shut down in December 2014, and after that time would be exempt from much of the emergency planning required of nuclear reactors by the NRC.
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Hawks Re-Sign Jason Collins
ATLANTA HAWKS RE-SIGN JASON COLLINS ATLANTA, GA (July 29, 2010) - The Atlanta Hawks have re-signed center Jason Collins, according to Executive Vice President/General Manager Rick Sund. Per team policy, the financial terms were not disclosed. "We're excited to welcome Jason back to the team," said Hawks head coach Larry Drew. "He's a veteran presence in the locker room, and adds experienced depth to the frontcourt. Jason has worked hard in the offseason, and with his knowledge of the system we're implementing, he |