Friday, January 9, 2015

January Blues


December's blaze with Season's light
January dark and cold
Decades of memories spread to stash
the red, the green, the gold

The mem'ries of the weeks that passed
The once full house is stilled
Treats have dwindled, wreaths are down
And gift bags are unfilled


New Year's blues for seconds fade
some outdoor lights remain
Amaryllis blooming strong
For moments doldrums wane

Mem'ries of those Christmas days
Too far back to believe
Daylight makes its gain these weeks
As darkness takes its leave

Days and weeks keep zipping by
This Christmas tucked away
The prospect of another year?
This Christmas needs to stay

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

The Gift of Christmas

I love the gift of Christmas!

This Christmas season was packed with gifts.  No, not the expensive kind that the television people told me I'd be happy with.  I'm talking gifts from the heart, more treasures from the past discovered, family moments, and a reunion with some family members not seen in several years....



GIFT #1:
When my son's family was making my Christmas gift,
 little Jackie asked him what Grandpa Joe likes so she could
 decorate it.  He answered, "The Beatles."
  Jackie exclaimed, "Oh, I can
draw them!"
 ...and so she did, and I have a new favorite mug!



GIFT #2:
The Bonanno family Christmas gathering this year was especially festive.  It was the first time these two little cousins met.  The little girl, of course, is my two-year-old granddaughter Jenna, 
and the little boy is my sister's one-year-old grandson Nicholas.  Nicholas showed gentlemanly one-year-old affection for his cousin and Jenna was appropriately subdued for a two-year-old older woman.



GIFT #3:
The milestone of the year was the addition of my grandson Jeffrey to my timeline.  This photo was taken at the hospital in October of 2014. We had a big "AWWWW" moment after opening this enlarged and framed version of the photo, given to us by our daughter Karen.  Yes, sometimes simple is better.....  



GIFT #4
Christmas Day 2014:  
Sometimes it works 
best to let the picture do the talking!



GIFT #5:
A Christmas season discovery:
The first picture I can ever remember seeing of my mother holding me as an infant.  I thought there were none.....


GIFT #6:
I Love Christmas!
I love it all.  
I love the cookie baking and eating.  
I love pumpkin pie.
I love the annual viewings of It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Carol, and countless others.  

I love the music.  Each year I try to add a new album to my library.  This year's new Christmas find in the world of music was a 2008 set by Tommy James. I am old enough to remember Tommy James and the Shondells from the 1960's, so this set of reverently rocking Christmas standards and new compositions was the perfect purchase for this year and gave me that Christmas feeling with each spin.


I love my family.  The family time that exists without the burdens of school-work and work-work is irreplaceable.  Scrabble, Headbands, family movie time, a cup of tea with some cookies...


I love the tree, the lights, and the home...

I love the gift of Christmas!

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Too Close to Home

A world, a country, a town
A world becomes less magic and more tragic
Less agile and more fragile
Ravage as a head-hungry savage far away does damage 
As the comedians have either gone away or led us astray
A Missouri community scorned and torn
Mourns and searches to be reborn,
And at home the children taken
Leaving all ages shaken feeling forsaken
Though we'd never met, these babes I won't forget
The one who was barely past bottling,coddling, toddling age
The ones who had reached driving, striving, thriving age
I'm not their father, one of their brothers, or even one of the others
I'm no one, but I feel stunned, and I can't run from the tears of our daughters and sons
Moms and Dads feel hapless, helpless
The peers received, disbelieved, and grieved
An impossible defense, this making sense of our abundance of laments
This outsider looks in, hears what has been, watches healing begin
So many sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers
Come together in the bleakest of weather and pray for forever
Bring them peace, help tears decrease, and unfairness cease
A bystander's request for the friends in distress 
Let abundant faith come and squelch the unrest 
Keep a community blessed, and let innocent souls rest.



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