Bare trees hover
dreams of cherry blossoms
gold crocus appear
“A generous and elevated mind is distinguished by nothing more certainly than an eminent degree of curiosity.” Samuel Johnson
She Learns Everyday
Today she learned
why the sun shines so much
then she touched a daffodil.
Her lively sense of curiosity
The wondering of why
will germinate seeds
filled with questions
about what is eternity
and as millions before
see how apples fall
only a few like Newton
She will never shy
from the curious
How marvelous to be just three
and so full of curiosity.
“All that we are is the result of what we have thought; it is made up of thoughts; if a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him like a shadow that never leaves him.” – Buddha
I thought we’d seen the last of mass shootings
at schools, concerts, churches, and theaters
but I guess my thoughts
were not strong enough
perhaps not pure enough
What will it take?
I keep thinking and hoping
I keep speaking with passion
I keep acting to be the example
But what will it take?
I wish happiness will follow.
I wish truth will follow.
I wish we will all get together
to find a solution.
The following poem is composed of my lines and lines from other poems I found on WordPress. I have included the attributions at the end.
Soft promises made
By hidden thoughts
Only I could see
I know you love the ocean
And the magic of its waves
You see at the distance
a rowboat sway in peace
And nature whispers in the dark –
How much the earth loves you back
A super moon appears
To light the way
If you want to keep a secret
And keep it well
Then I will tell
Miracles are real.
Persistence is a lonely road
I have taken many times
my feet are torn and weary
my heart beats slowly
with fears out of control
Persistence claims its toll
at every stop I make
There is no such thing as a break.
But one thing I know to be true
in spite of difficulty or opposition
It will be ultimately my decision
to move forward
and not look back.
Because when I think I lack
the determination and patience
to continue on that lonely road
I think of all those before me
who never ever gave up.
I hear their voices
and I lift myself up again.
Persistence is my friend.
“She opened her curtains, and looked out towards the bit of road that lay in view, with fields beyond outside the entrance-gates. On the road there was a man with a bundle on his back and a woman carrying her baby; in the field she could see figures moving – perhaps the shepherd with his dog. Far off in the bending sky was the pearly light; and she felt the largeness of the world and the manifold wakings of men to labor and endurance. She was a part of that involuntary, palpitating life, and could neither look out on it from her luxurious shelter as a mere spectator, nor hide her eyes in selfish complaining.” -George Elliot
My mother had just moved into a new senior housing apartment in NYC. It is what she could afford at the time. Being a very independent woman she decided she wanted to live on her own.
The small efficiency was located across the street from a hospital. She told me one day that when she looked out the window she’d see when they removed corpses wrapped inside body bags. The bodies would be put into funeral hearses through the back entrance of the hospital.
This was almost a daily happening. I asked her not to look out the window if it upset her and her response was, “Am I supposed live in the dark and with the curtains drawn all the time?” I felt so bad for her. She had waited a long time for this apartment. It was walking distance to department stores, her doctors and the local McDonald’s which she liked.
A few months passed and she finally gave in and asked me to help her look for another place to live. She had become depressed. We convinced her to come and live with us for a while until we could find her a better location.
One day, her blood pressure went up sky-high and she became very disoriented. This was the first time this had happened. She asked me about the window. I thought she was referring to the window in the apartment close to the hospital. I kept reassuring her that she was nowhere near that window. Little did I realize she was asking me about another window.
This window had brought her joy. It was the window that had a view of the street where we lived from my birth until I started kindergarten. That window’s views were of neighborhood children playing. It was through that window that called out to us. That window received a gentle knock from my dad when he got home from work every evening. It was the look out window in the summer. Our friends and neighbors would stop by to chat and bring my mom fresh-baked bread or other goodies. Our neighbors were so friendly and family oriented: we were always sharing food. This was the window that had the beautiful curtains she had made herself. We all took pictures in front of that window. It was the window that opened up to memories.
I realized my mom was simply remembering a time when she was truly happy. She recovered from that scary episode with her high blood pressure. It never happened again.
I went back to visit my old neighborhood about a year ago. It has changed quite a bit but the window is still the same. I do not think it has ever been renovated.
It’s funny what reminds us of these moments in our lives. I happened to come across the quote by George Elliot and suddenly all these thoughts streamed through my memory. My mother is no longer with us. I hope she has a good view from her window. I hope she sees us and that she knows how much we miss her.
My sister and I in front of the window my mother loved.
On the eve of a new year
I make a list of things
I look forward to in my life.
No resolutions, not any more;
they never really worked any time before.
I list only things that I know will bring me Joy
and hope that my family too might enjoy.
This year I look forward to the birth
of another grand child
bringing the total to four
and looking forward to maybe one more.
I look forward to watching the trees
fill up with leaves
and cherry blossoms galore
and sit under our great big oak
to think about the people I adore.
I look forward to summer nights
with skies full of bright stars
and super moons
that stream their light
through the doors I left ajar
I look forward to
new love songs
that make me feel young again
I look forward to long talks
with my dearest and best friend.
I look forward to the book
that someone is just now thinking about writing
in hopes that world is inspired
and we all start loving each other
and forget about what started all the fighting
These things I look forward to
may seem dull and corny to a few
but I hope that many of you
know that all I really want to do
is to spread love and that you feel
the Peace you may agree is overdue.
Happy New Year to my fellow bloggers
and the folks who follow this blog.
May every day this new year
only happiness accrue.
This narration of the famous poem The Night Before Christmas was my gift to all the children who in one way or another have touched my life. I dedicate it to my grandchildren who make my life even more worthwhile. Merry Christmas to all. Happy Holidays to all who celebrate family, love and harmony.
These are some of the words I truly love:
There’s gorgeous, grandiose, and green
then there’s soothe, silly, and savvy
and of course, omnipotent, and magnanimous
along with mini and mania,
but best of all are verbs
like kiss, kissing, and kissed.
These words I will forever miss.
There’s lenience, tolerance, and mercy
attention, expectation, phenomenon
unity, diversity, and harmony
humility, reverence and respect
but the best are verbs and acts of kindness
like love, loving, inspiring, and unifying
giving, caring, and keep
I deeply hope you got my gist
Let us stand up and help love persist.
I am compiling a list of words that WordPress bloggers love. All you need to do is “like” this post and in the comments post your favorite words. (5 word Limit)
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