Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. – Albert Einstein
Perhaps the best thing we can say about mistakes is, They’re learning experiences.
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Grrr and Woof!
What up, Dawg?
I’se sitting in your chair on your front porch, catching some zzzz’s.
Quite comfy, you know, because you can’t get at me.
So bark and growl all you want, y’hear??
Meow!!
Determination
Daring to reach toward the sky
And taking turns in an exquisite dance.
No longer should worries or fears
Crush the truly determined
In the pursuit of their goals.
Nod your head in agreement and become
Grounded in a similar resolve.
Failure, you know, isn’t an option;
Obstacles are meant to be overcome.
Until you believe in you and what you can do,
Nobody else will stand up and applaud.
Think you can and you’re halfway there;
Aim for the target with steadfast grit.
Inch by inch move toward your goal.
Never give up, never hesitate, never quit!
Note: This is an Acrostic poem. The first letter in each line spells out a phrase vertically.
Mornin’, Glory!
Our words should be purrs instead of hisses. — Kathrine Palmer Peterson
A long-ago editor of mine greeted me every day with the words, “Mornin’, Glory!”
Love or Hate Reunions?
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose. — From the television show The Wonder Years
The beauties, the jocks, the popular crowd
Make an entrance, heads held aloft.
Still strong of body, smooth of skin, untouched
By challenges they couldn’t or wouldn’t face.
The geeks, nerds, shy ones, and unknowns
Slink in hoping not to draw attention.
Who’d have thought they’d grow into attractiveness?
All grab name tags, then gravitate to special friends from before.
Funny how the old cliques persist, years after graduation.
Five or ten years out, talk centers on accomplishments.
Who has married, how many babies, whose job is most promising.
There are golf outings, tennis matches, bowling, and such.
Drinks flow freely, and so does the food.
Fast forward to the golden years, when things typically slow down.
Weathered hands fumble for name tags, grateful at last
For a chance to put names to faces, to call a halt to
The endless “Bet you don’t remember me” game.
An assortment of canes, wheelchairs, and oxygen tanks appears.
The aging beauties and athletes don’t look one bit better
Than their counterpart nerds, geeks, and unpopular classmates.
Most are familiar with pain, have shaken hands with illness and death.
Talk of grand-babies, retirement, and which surgeons are best
For replacing knees and hearts grabs the attention of all present.
A slideshow reminds them who is no longer among the living.
Activities include sit-down dinners, coffee, and a tour of the old school.
Funny how the cliques fade away, the older classmates become.
The Queen
We call her The Queen
And rightfully so.
She sits atop her throne
Growling orders to her minions.
Barking demands,
Snarling commands.
The weak-spirited acquiesce
To her desires,
And they admire
Her confidence and purpose.
The strong-willed balk
And blatantly gawk
While, scepter in hand,
She rules the land
With an iron paw.
Getting her way
Through force and might
Or tears and spite.
She’s The Queen, you know.
She thinks she has a right to crow.
Throwback Thursday
“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.” – Andy Warhol
Guess Who???
This little camera is a Kodak Duaflex, which was discontinued back in 1960. I come from a LONG line of pack rats, so it should be no surprise to learn we still have the thing around!
See for yourself:
(We’ve still got the rocking chair, too, but I no longer fit in it, ha!)
Finding Tranquility
Back and forth, forth and back,
Gliding in my friend’s handmade swing.
Pent-up tension, stress, and anger
Give way to calm and inner peace.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Kicking my feet out and welcoming
Sunshine on my face, breezes in my hair,
Nerves untangling, cares disappear.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Mugs of hot tea in our hands,
Listening to the birds chirp,
Watching the dogs snooze or chase squirrels.
Back and forth, forth and back,
Life’s simpler with certain people.
Talking or not, each with our thoughts;
Companionable silence soothes and heals.
The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it. ~Author Unknown
Hello, Bat!
Ostentatious Display
Standing majestically apart,
Swaying to and fro in the breeze,
Adorned with regal robes and a stately face.
Demanding attention, if even a glance, from one and all.
Showy today, then too soon he departs
To return next year, if he pleases.
Some accuse him of being a flash in the pan.
I contend he really has no choice.
Note: I think this is a form of poetry called an Octave. It contains eight lines.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 