Category Archives: Family/Parenting

Green Eyed Monster

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The Jealous are Troublesome to others, but a Torment to themselves. ~William Penn, English writer and founder of the Province of Pennsylvania

When

Silence

Is the mode

For us to “talk,”

You must realize

That problems won’t be solved,

Feelings will be swept under rugs,

And a satisfying, peaceful

Relationship will never happen.

I guess this is the way you want it though.

 

The only way to thaw out a cold war

Is for the parties to meet midway.

Somebody has to make a move,

And the other one does, too.

Relationships never

Survive jealousy.

Isn’t it time

You met me

Halfway

Now?

 

Note: This poetry form is called Double Etheree.

One Year Gone

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He only half dies who leaves an image of himself in his children. ~ Carlo Goldoni, Italian playwright and librettist

Dear Mom,

It’s been a year now since you left this world and entered the next, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss you.

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Nostalgic Birthday

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Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor, African-American novelist

Today would have been my dad’s birthday.

He’s been gone 16 years now, and not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.

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The Present is a Gift

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It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that. ~J.K. Rowling, British author and philanthropist (from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 1997)

As

The days

Get shorter

And the cold winds

Blow in from the north,

I remember with joy

Days not so long ago when

Sunshine, flowers, and butterflies

Danced across my yard with abandon

Reminding me to enjoy the present.


Note: Poetry form is Etheree.

 

Et tu, Brute?

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Sticks and stones are hard on bones.
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything,
But silence breaks the heart.
~Phyllis McGinley, Pulitzer Prize-winning American author of children’s books and poetry

You

Fooled me.

Or maybe

I fooled myself.

Earnestly craving

A peaceful atmosphere,

I acquiesced to many

Of your suggestions, traded dreams,

And hoped we’d never experience

Long, lonely years of silence between us.

***

But something happened — what, I’m just not sure —

And here we are, stuck in this cold war.

No talking. No contact. Nothing,

When I’d hoped for so much more.

It hurts to realize

You’ve hardened your heart

And just don’t care

Anymore.

Okay,

Fine.

 

Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. “Et tu, Brute” were Caesar’s dying words in Shakespear’s play Julius Caesar to his friend Brutus, who sided with a clique to assassinate the ruler.

As Mother’s Day Nears

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When you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.

Recently, I read a book that perfectly addressed my current status as an “orphan.”

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Fear of the Unknown

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We all fear what we don’t know… It’s natural… Yet, you were not afraid when Spring became Summer. You were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural changes. Why should you be afraid of the season of death? ~Leo Buscaglia, American author, professor, and motivational speaker

I really must apologize for being so long absent from this wonderful blogging community.

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Too Much to Ask?

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No one is useless in this world… who lightens the burden of it for any one else. ~Charles Dickens, English writer and social critic, in Our Mutual Friend, 1865

I just want to be a daughter. Is that too much to ask?

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Time for a Wee Break

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Son, you outgrew my lap, but never my heart. ~Author unknown

Gee, I miss this kid!!!

It’s been many months

Since Domer came to visit.

Time for a blog break!

Note: I’ll be back shortly!

Father’s Day, 2022

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But no matter what’s said, there’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, American novelist

For those of us who’ve lost our dads, Father’s Day becomes “just another day.”

No special meal with your happy family gathered around the table. No decorated cake or grilled burgers. No Hallmark cards. No gifts of goofy ties, men’s cologne, or hand tools.

Just another day.

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