Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!
Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond. ~Miguel de Cervantes, Spanish writer
A few days ago, I was brushing my teeth when I felt something small and hard in my mouth.
Fearing the worst, I spit it into the sink: yep, it was part of a filling from one of my bottom back molars.
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer. ~Author Unknown
I know I’m only just a toad
And not the frog that maidens kiss.
Aware I tote a heavy load
When looking for my special miss.
I’m not cuddly and then there’s this:
I’m plain as you can surely see.
Still, where’s a toad to find his bliss
If no one wants to embrace me?
Note: This poetic form is called Huitain. It’s my first try at this French form with 8 lines (per poem or stanza), and 8-10 syllables per line (consistent within the poem) in a rhyming scheme of ababbcbc.
Thoughts come clearly while one walks. ~Thomas Mann, German novelist and 1929 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate
It’s time once again for the annual Walktober, hosted by Robin of Breezes at Dawn.
Today, we’re in Central Illinois, where a prolonged drought has stressed trees and produced a faster color change than what typically takes until mid-October to peak.
Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful day — temps in the low 70s, sunny and clear — so let’s hop into our sneakers and head outside for a two-mile stroll.
“I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my soul by making me hate him.” ~Booker T. Washington, American educator, author, and Presidential advisor
I’ve noticed something of late that disturbs me greatly.
So much so that I’ve got to write about it.
When prayers go up, blessings come down. ~Author unknown
Those who know me well know how hard it’s been for me since my beloved Sheltie Dallas left for the Rainbow Bridge back in March.