Every Day is Mother's Day

Every day is Mother's Day

when you have a child.

Many days go smoothly,

at other times they're wild.

There are days you laugh,

and other days you cry.

There are days of desperation,

when you even wonder why,

you chose to be a mother,

when you're troubled and stressed.

But then you see your child smile,

and know you are truly blessed.

Mothers Day

We set aside a Sunday

the early part of May,

to honor our Mothers,

we call it Mothers Day.

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Just one day out of

three-hundred-sixty-five,

we devote to the woman

who made sure we would survive.

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She nurtured and she fed us,

and she taught us how to live.

She gave us everything

it was in her power to give.

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Her heart swelled with pride

when the choice we made was right,

but if we chose not wisely, she

worried long into the night.

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The selfless love she gave us

is scarcely understood,

until we, too are blessed

to experience motherhood.

Relax, He's a big boy

I had a couple of scares this week end. First on Saturday, I visited my brother and his wife, to be met by my niece, telling me that "Mom and Dad will be here soon, Mom hasn't been in the house yet, she couldn't face it." I asked her what she was talking about,
"Oh, didn't you know? They had a fire."
I looked up at the attic window, and saw it was all black. Now, here is the catcher! My sister-in law has Parkinson's, and cannot move very fast. They were baby sitting their two year old grandson. the only thing they removed from the house was a chair for Buz, (my sister-in-law), and jelly beans for Mikey, the grandson.
Apparently, the wiring in the attic caught fire, and the sawdust insulation didn't want to quit burning. After assuring myself that all was okay, and that things were under control, I went home to call my son and tell him about it.
I called my son and got no answer. I thought since it was such a pretty day they had gone riding. I called his cell phone, and his wife answered. I asked if they were on the motorcycle. She said, "No, we are not riding. We are at the hospital, we thought Doug was having a heart attack. I tried to call you, but there was no answer. It was not a heart attack, but they are not sure what it was."
"May I come sit with you? I'll try not to get in your way." My Sweet daughter-in-law assured me I would not be in the way so I went to sit at the hospital and wait for some kind of news. My 6'2" son lay so still, and his face was gray, I wanted to pick him up and hold him in my arms, but I restrained myself. I did tell him to get well or I would kick his You know what.
My husband was out metal detecting, and I figured he would be home soon and wonder where I was, so I left about 2:30 to go home and check in, still not knowing what was wrong with my baby. I explained my day to my husband, and listened to the events of his day.
I still hadn't heard from Doug and Nancy so I decide to call to see what was going on. The nurse had said that he would probably go home about 3:30. I called Doug's cell phone and he answered, sounding like his old self. They were on their way home. They had decided that he had Pericarditus and given him a shot of something anti-inflammatory and he was able to breath. I was so relieved.
We sat down to dinner and watched the Mariners game (I'm a Little fanatic where they are concerned). The Mariners lost and I didn't even care. My brother and his wife and little grandson were okay, and my son was okay. That was all I needed. Thank You, Lord Jesus!

For Ever More

Always,

She was a part of your life - -

A part of you!

Now, she's gone.

But is she?

Is she not

just in another place - -

Waiting . . .

Waiting for you to come - -

To join her

On that distant shore?

Where you shall be united . . .

Sisters

For ever more.

So Many Yesterdays

I saw a board,

lying flat with

a nail sticking up

through it.

I ran, barefoot,

to jump over it.

I jumped right on the nail.
it came up through my foot ,

just above and between

the little and second toe.

I screamed.

Grandpa came running,

he grabbed the board,

and yanked the nail out.

He soaked my foot in "Sheep Dip".

Wasn't that just yesterday?

It was my birthday,

Millie Koentop was

handing our birthday cards

at school, she called them invitations.

I didn't get one.

But I did get to

ring the school bell, because

it was my birthday.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

Joey Meinsinger, a Senior,

asked me to the school dance.

My first "real date".

I wore a yellow, rabbit hair sweater.

Joey wore a navy blue suit.

When we danced,

my sweater shed all over his blue suit.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

All the kids were talking

on the school bus.

We were at war in Korea.

Jerry Sleater and Leon Turner

shook hands.

Jerry said "Army",

Leon said "Air Corps".

Wasn't that just yesterday?

My girl friends and I

decided to write to the boys in Korea.

I wrote to Wanda's brother, Russell.

Wanda wrote to Dodie's uncle, Jr.

Dodie wrote to my cousin, Chuck.

Wasn't that just Yesterday?

Russell came home on leave,

he brought me gifts from Japan.

He went back to his ship

in Newport, Rhode Island.

He sent me money so

I could join him there and get married.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

Russell was on a ship

in the Mediterranean Sea.

In Fall River, Massachusetts,

I gave birth to a baby boy.

I called him Doug.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

We were assigned to Shore Duty

in Monterey, California.

Russell cheated on me.
I came home to Mama. we were divorced.

Doug and I were living in wenatchee.

I met Jerry, we married.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

Doug was invited to church.

Jerry and I decided to go also.

I did not lead my son to Jesus,

My son led me back to Him.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

My Father died of Cancer.

Eleven years later,

my Mother died of Alzheimer's.

I became an orphan.

Wasn't that just yesterday?

A few months ago

I turned seventy six.

It seems like yesterday,

so many yesterdays.
I can't wait for tomorrow!

God Was There

My heart was heavy . . .

In debt - - no money - -

my husband ill.

I stepped out into

the early evening,

the sky was black

with heavy laden clouds,

I turned toward my car,

and there it was,

darker than the rest,

but . . . peeking out

from behind the dark cloud

shone a glimmer of gold,

and . . . from behind the gold

was the proverbial silver lining!

My heart lifted . . .

God was there!

He Is Risen

Because of the

Sabbath, they

were not able

to prope r l y

prepare His

body for burial.

So he was lain

in an empty

tomb, His body

covered with

grave cloths. Early Sunday morning, the women went

to the tomb to anoint His body as is the Jewish custom.

What is this? Somebody has moved the stone! Timidly

stepping inside they found the grave cloths, folded neatly,

but the body was

gone. At the head

of the couch where

He had lain, stood

a man in glowing

white. Mary ap-

proached meekly,

"Please, Sir, tell me,

where have they

taken the Master?"

The man spoke,

"Woman, why do

you seek the living

among the dead?

He is Risen!"

Seattle's Three Amigos

They are called the three amigos - - -

Junior, Edgar and Bone.

Not only are they teammates,

their friendship is carved in stone.

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Buhner hails from Texas,

with shaved head and steel blue eyes;

and his greatest talent is

snatching fly balls from the skies.

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Junior is Center Fielder,

and wields a wicked bat;

full of personality right

down to the way he wears his hat.

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Edgar was born in Puerto Rico,

and came here to play ball;

has trouble with the language,

and next to them, not very tall.

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They held the team together

for half a score or more;

winning gold gloves, silver bats,

and MVP's by the score.

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They give back to the city,

in which they are privileged to play,

and, if you're looking for role models,

just cast your eyes their way.

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They've each in turn been All Stars,

(Jr. nine years in a row.)

How many times they'll make the team,

I'm sure I will ever know.

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Edgar's a two time batting champ,

and makes commercials too.

Bone is known for "Buzz Cut Night",

where the fans sport his shiny "do".

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There's no gossip, or no scandal,

not even a drunken brawls,

there's lots of jokes and teasing,

and autographing balls.

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In all they do, they give their all,

the best they can achieve.

Honor, compassion and caring,

in these, they each believe.

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Now, you've met Seattle's three amigo's,

may they never part.

They are the reason

the Mariners won my heart.

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Yes, I love baseball, but

I love more, integrity.

And to me integrity lives

in these Amigos three.

Comming Home

Junior has been gone so long

that we thought he had forgot,

his loyal fans in Seattle,

but,it seems that he has not.

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He visited Seattle, just

once in all those years, and

was very deeply touched

by our overwhelming cheers!

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He said, "I think I owe it to

every Seattle fan,

to retire as a Mariner, here

where I grew to be a man."

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Yes, Junior has come back.

A Man now, not "The Kid",

and , in his first game, hit a homer,

just like Griffey always did.

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" The House That Griffey Built"

has welcomed Junior home!

His presence at Safeco Field

revives memories of the "Dome."

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Junior now, is thirty nine

and his body's paid the price.

He relates to younger players,

giving sage advice.

Going Home

Junior's been with us so long,

We thought he was our own.

And now, our hearts are broken,

'cause Junior's going home.

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He grew up in Cincinnati,

watching his father play baseball.

He followed in his footsteps

as he grew very straight and tall.

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They played together in Seattle,

then Senior went back home.

Junior became the heart of the team,

as they played in Seattle's "Dome".

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Because of him, we still have baseball,

and a new park in which to play.

Safeco field, the gem of Seattle,

spread out in grand array.

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Junior, it's so hard to lose you.

We'll miss your graceful swing,

and watching you in Center field,

and all the joy you bring.

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We are very happy for you,

that you're home now with your Dad.

We were fortunate to see you grow,

into a man now, from a lad.

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We hope you won't forget us,

now that you have journeyed home.

Please remember fondly, the time

you spent in Seattle, at the "Dome".

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Amazing Style and Grace

Jr . . . Jr . . . what can I say?

I turned on the Home Run Derby

and once again you made my day.

I sat and I listened as they

tried to describe your swing,

it brought to mind a carousel

with the elusive golden ring.

There was fluid in your motion

like a supple lissome cat.

There was poetry, and music - -

and magic in your bat.

Heroism, drams and wonder

pervaded the field as

the Thoroughbred, the maestro,

his rhythmic dexterity revealed.

You make it seam so easy,

as you hit and run and steal . . .

then shyly smile, and blush a bit

and say "It isn't a big deal."

You take yourself for granted,

but with us, that's not the case.

We are honored to have witnessed

your amazing style and grace.

Poetry In Motion

Calmly,

He addresses the plate.

He shifts his weight,

he starts the rhythm,

he sways rhythmically,

his bat keeping time.

The ball soars toward the plate . . .

with fluid movement

he swings the bat.

There is contact!

Craaack!!!

The ball takes flight;

he pauses,

enjoying the moment.

Then he takes a little stroll

around the bases.

Jr. does it again! Home Run number

352.

No fist pumping, no gloating,

no macho salute.

Pure poetry,

in his stance, in his swing,

Poetry In Motion!

Ichiro

There is a man called Ichiro,

who from Japan, one day did go.

To the USA to play ball did Ichero.

Go! Go! Ichiro!

Welcome to Seattle, Ichiro.

You put on quite a show,

We love to watch you Ichiro.

Oh! Ho! Ichiro!

Hit the ball and away we go!

Run and hit and catch and throw,

all these things does Ichiro!

Ah so, Ichiro,

Hit those fly balls too and fro,

rounding third, just watch him go;

Sliding home is Ichiro.

Safeco Field is all aglow,

with smiling faces row by row,

we cannot lose with Ichiro!

Good ~ Bye Russell

I hated you when

we said good ~ bye

'cause you cheated

and you made me cry.

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Through lonely nights

I'd moan and sigh,

questioning all

the reasons why.

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But time goes on,

the days race by,

hearts are healed

and sorrows fly.

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I'm thankful now

we said good ~ bye

'cause I didn't have

to watch you die.

The Drifters

They call themselves the Drifters

and they put on quite a show.

Whenever they're appearing

I always try to go.

The audience goes crazy,

clapping ~ ~ ~ tapping of the feet,

moving ~ ~ ~ twisting ~ ~ ~ swaying

to the rhythm of the beat.

I remember them from the time

I was young enough to dance;

I have changed . . . they have not,

they still put me in a trance.

I'm so glad they found the time,

to join us in DC,

'cause when I listen to them,

I'm not 66 but 23.

Music, they say hath charms,

to soothe the savage breast;

Rock 'n' Roll is still alive,

and I believe, has stood the test.

Maturity

Maturity is the ability
to control anger and
settle differences without
violence or destruction.
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Maturity is patience.
It is the willingness
to pass up immediate pleasure
in favor of long term gain.
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Maturity is perseverance.
The ability to sweat out
a project or a situation
in spite of heavy opposition
and discouraging setbacks.
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Maturity is the capacity
to face unpleasantness
and frustration,
discomfort and defeat,
without complaint or collapse.
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Maturity is humility.
It is being big enough to say,
"I was wrong."
And when right,
the mature person need
not experience the satisfaction
of saying "I told you so."
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Maturity is the ability
to make a decision and
follow through.
The immature spend their time
exploring endless possibilities
and then do nothing.
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Maturity means dependability.
Keeping one's word and
coming through in a crisis.
The immature are masters of the alibi.
They are conflicted and
disorganized.
Their lives are a maze of
broken promises,
former friends, unfinished business
and good intentions
that don't materialize.
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Maturity is the art of living
in peace with what we cannot change,
the courage to change
what we know should be changed,
and the wisdom to know the difference.

Do You Know Me?

You may think

that you know me,

based on things

that you see.

We all pay for our sins,

there's no ride that is free.

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You don't know the things

in life I've had to face,

nor how you'd react,

had you stood in my place.

Do you think you could cope

with more ease and grace?

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An honest mistake

does not make one bad.

Sometimes I shed tears

when I am not sad.

And laughing does not

always mean that I'm glad.

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So tell me my friend

do you think it is fair,

to form an opinion

on clothes that we wear?

Or the way that we speak,

or comb our hair?

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Because I've lived longer

does that make me old?

I'm taller and larger,

does that make me bold?

I protect my feelings,

does that mean I am cold?

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How can you judge me,

you've not walked in my shoes.

If life treats me badly,

must I sing the blues?

Must I do things your way,

or the way that I choose?

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We make a judgement

the first time that we meet!

If we think they are better,

we try to compete!

If they are handsome and dashing,

we are swept off our feet!

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But if they are not pretty,

we push them away.

If they are simple,

with their feelings we play.

If they try to get friendly,

we say, "Some other day."

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Is it fair to judge someone

by the way that they look?

Can you tell by the cover,

if you'll enjoy the book?

Because I like eating

doesn't mean I can cook.

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I believe that we all do

the best that we can.

Especially when things

don't go the way that we plan.

We must answer to God,

only, and never to man!

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False Faces

Why do we smile when hurting inside?

Why grin and bear it when our dreams have died?

Why can we not laugh when something is funny?

Why don't I react to skies gray or sunny?

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When I am moved, why don't I cry?

When I am tired, why don't I sigh?

Why can't I say, if I like what you've done?

Why must I pretend when I'm not having fun?

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If you hurt my feelings, why can't I tell you?

To get my own way, why must I sell you?

Why don't I believe, when you tell me you care?

When I really need you, why are you not there?

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When I see you hurting, why don't I reach out?

When we want affection, why do we shout?

If I want something, why can't I ask?

We're not who we seem, we all wear a mask.

Thank You, My Friends

Thank you, thank you, all so very much,

for the chance to come and play.

Words can't really say it, but I need

my gratitude to display.

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The time has flown so quickly be.

I'm now on my way home,

loaded down with t-shirts

and this silly little poem.

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I had such a lovely time,

my feelings cannot be expressed.

The entertainment was fantastic,

but I liked the people best.

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The New Yorkers I encountered

were courteous and polite.

I had not a bit of trouble,

(I didn't walk around at night.)

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I had a lovely dinner

at a restaurant called "The View,"

I ate a hot dog from a vendor,

and got celebrities autographs, too.

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I walked the streets and took a tour,

to see the buildings, tall.

I saw The Lady in the Harbor,

standing there to welcome all.

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The statue of The Immigrants,

with emotion, filled my soul.

And the Universal Soldier,

made me almost lose control.

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I've always known that travel,

gives the traveler great rewards.

I'm coming home, and by the way,

Broadway sends you her regards.

Recycling

They tell me that recycling

is the proper thing to do.

We must protect the environment.

That means both me and you.

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I separate my papers, glass and

plastics into individual bins.

They say to overfill the landfill

is the deadliest of sins.

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Tell me, why it is that

with garbage,we are so concerned,

but if we tire of an old love,

we walk away and leave them spurned.

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Has my love so little value?

Is it so easily cast away?

I gave my heart, so freely.

You broke it, and let it lay.

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If my heart of paper, glass

or aluminum were made,

instead of being cast aside,

I'd at least be worth a trade.

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Can't Quite Write Rght

It's Sunday night,

A poem I must write

To greet her sight

and fill her with delight.

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I'm in such a plight,

don't feel quite bright.

My brain just took flight,

a poem I can't write.

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I keep trying, in spite

of living in fright,

that a poem I can't write,

which doesn't seem trite.

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And maybe that light

will again become bright,

and an idea just might

start to soar like a kite.

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A brilliant poem I will write,

from my deep insight,

and my efforts requite.

Then all will be right.

Six Years and Waiting

Six years and waiting,

For our guys to come home,

Victors,

from the Iraqi desert.

Still, on the corner

of my desk,

Sit the pussy willows,

Since March 19, 2003.

Many more have fallen,

but more are still holding on.

They haven't been watered for six years,

Still they sit,

waiting , , , waiting,

For this mess to be over.

God Bless my pussy willows,

and the young men and women they represent.

God Bless the people they are

There to guard and protect.

God, let there be peace,

not only in Iraq,

but around the world.

God, I am waiting,

The Iraqis are waiting,

Our young men and women are waiting,

My pussy willows are waiting.

Please give us rest.

March 2003 to 2006

For three long years,

A vase of pussy willows

have adorned the corner of my desk.

A symbol of the young men and women

Serving our country in Iraq.

Many of them have fallen,

Like the men and women they represent.

But, even more are alive,

Bedraggled and worn, they

Are hanging on to complete their task,

They shall remain on my desk,

Surrounded by their fallen comrades,

Until the Iraqis are strong enough,

And wise enough to take their place.

Only then will my pussy willows

Be rewarded and sent home.

God Bless America

And the Iraqi people,

Let The Story Be Told

I attended a unique ceremony,

on January 14, of this year,

Where a new book was revealed,

that could not be concealed;

from a world who sought harmony!

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This book is a marvelous concept,

of a town . . . a young man. . . history.

About the Navy, a ship . . . about kids and friendship,

and a community that never forgets!

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This book was presented proudly,

To Jerry Johnston, a Rear Admiral;

Representing DC . . . The Medical Community

Which provides medical care while at sea.

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You could tell he was deeply touched,

As he held it , his pride shone 'round him,

At the Patriotism . . .Shown without schism,

by theses boys who had given so much.

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In a town of less than nine thousand,
Three young men had given their all,

That others might be . . . Eternally free,

due to heroic efforts so grand.

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Samuel Sampler, Nelson Brittin, Ed Benfold,

Audubon will always remember!

Holding you in our heart . . .Sets this borough apart;

And the book lets the story be told.

Aftermath

We expected to be living

today, from hand to mouth,

suffering through winter,

with no means to travel South;

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Wrapped in blankets to survive,

the bitter cold and snow.

Cleanliness would be a problem;

what we'd eat we didn't know.

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January 1 arrived in sunshine,

there was food for each of us,

the heat kept on a heating,

and we questioned all the fuss.

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We'd let the media upset us,

and cause us to live in fear,

of the dreaded year 2000,

just like any other new year.

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My computer is still working,

as are my lights and telephone;

lots of food in my freezer,

and my dog even has a bone.

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I'll not listen to the doomsayers,

or seek out my horoscope.

My God is in His Heaven,

which fills my heart with hope.

Y 2 K

Y2K:

Oh dreaded day;

Computer melt down,

no food in town.

No water. fruit or meat.

No lights . . . No heat.

What to do . . .Oh what to do?

The hour approaches,

and fear encroaches.

On New Years Eve,

I do believe,

I'll watch TV,

so I can see,

what is in store,

forevermore.

PRAISE GOD ABOVE!

for His wondrous love.

No catastrophe

awaits you and me;

we escaped the fate,

for which we did wait.

Welcome Y2K,

Oh what a wondrous day.

In the approaching dawn,

we find life goes on!

Barbara

You were not afraid

to reach out,

and make friends.

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You carried pad and pen

to communicate. We learned fast.

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We could speak

and hear;

and you could not.

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We learned from you

to sign a bit,

and laugh a lot,

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We were the ones

handicapped

by trepidation.

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You taught us

to relax

and enjoy.

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To appreciate

all of our blessings.

The greatest of which

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WAS YOU!!

Discovering Music

She sat;

feet flat

upon the floor,

so she could hear

the music.

She laid her hands

against the speakers,

so she could feel

the music.

Interpreters signed

the words of the song . . .

played air guitar,

when there were no words to sign.

Faith,

(what a beautiful name)

knelt at her side,

snapping her fingers to the beat~ ~

she followed suit.

Faith pulled her to her feet~ ~

she was hearing~ ~

feeling~ ~

dancing~ ~

~ ~ DISCOVERING MUSIC~~

Poems (with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

I'll never find, where e'er I roam,

a tree as pow'rful as a poem.

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A poem is breathed from God's sweet soul,

into the hearts of men, here below.

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A poem heals the hearts of men.

and makes them whole and well again.

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Instilled in man by God above.

poems empower with God's love.

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Trees are made by God to please our eyes.

but poems are God's loving sighs.

Jr. Kills The Pills

Each morning at the table,
I count out the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
When Jr. hears the rattle
of the bottles and the pills,
he jumps into the middle
and scatters all the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
He stalks them and he pounces
with all his feline skills,
and basks in the satisfaction
of his imagined kills;
the hunt and chase and capture,
and torment of the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills.
I wonder why he does it?
Are there vicarious thrills
in his attempt at assassination,
and ruthless massacre of the pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills?
Is there any way I can avoid
the attack, scatter and spills,
perpetrated by this vicious beast,
on the unsuspecting pills,
prescribed by my Dr. for
various and sundry ills?

Invasion of the Machines

The machines are taking over
all our office space.
We need a bigger office,
just to give them all a place.
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Once we ran our office
with just a telephone,
typewriter and calculator,
these three and these alone.
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With our new phone came
a control box and a printer.
Then we got a copy machine,
(black and white, it has no tinter.)
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Next came our beloved cash Register,
which drove us all berserk.
Then a cute little machine for
credit cards, which saves us lots of work.
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The last machine to arrive
was our darling little FAX.
I think a computer will be next,
which I know my brain will tax.
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Yes, the machines are taking over.
but they are so much fun.
I sit and play with all of them,
and somehow my work gets done,
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So, if we're being invaded
I say, "Take me, here I am!
Take me to your leader,
I'll go meekly as a lamb!"

My Favorite Fruit

Just what is a cherry tomato?

This food that is called by two names?

Well, I submit,

this fruit is a hit,

because of its penchant for games.

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It issues each diner a challenge,

to each man, woman and child,

"Let's play hide and seek

behind lettuce and leek."

And instantly they are beguiled,

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by this fruit with a weird sense of humor,

which delights in causing chagrin.

Some simply ignore it,

because they abhor it,

for dribbling all down their chin.

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Then there are those more determined

to eat all that remains on their plate.

They take a wee bite,

while hiding from sight,

content they have escaped their fate.

-

When suddenly juice starts to trickle

from between their tightly closed lips,

at first just a drop, that just will not stop,

'til the tiny drops become drips.

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But, I am so enamored of

this fruit that loves to play,

so, tho I abstain

when I entertain,

later, I have my own way.

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When no one is there to observe me,

and there's no way they'll find out,

I buy them by the box,

and sly like a fox,

I climb into my tub and pig out.

August

The temperature's past the hundred mark,

there's not a hint of breeze.

The youngsters run and play and sweat,

the oldsters sit and wheeze.

-

The sun don't set 'til ten PM

and its up again at five,

without these hours of darkness

no one would survive.

-

It doesn't cool off all night,

the evening breeze is not.

Don't want to move, it's hard to breathe,

it's muggy, still and hot.

-

August is only thirty-one days,

the longest month of the year.

Then, at long last comes September,

and it's all downhill from here.

-

We've survived another August,

August always seems eternal.

September brings us sweet relief

from dog-days most infernal.

Family

"I was born to my mother

and my son was born to me.

In the words of Mr. Webster,

we call this family.

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I never see my brother,

my son, he is busy too.

I have other family,

composed of all of you,

-

There's Marcia, Faith and Gloria

who support me all the way,

There's Duke and Art and Richard,

what more is there to say?

-

All of you are family.

For me you're always there,

to uphold and encourage,

and my happy moments share.

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And so, Mr. Webster,

"I'm sorry," I declare,

"You define too narrowly,

a kinship beyond compare."