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Remembering Mother


To My Beloved Mother

                 By Melba Christie

Today I remember you in deep thought

with gratitude for all you taught me

I remember the few times you laughed with gusto;

which was often when you played with your grandchildren;

or they gave you an unexpected kiss.

I remember your beautiful hands;

And the way you brushed my hair 100 times to make it shine.

I remember how you talked to your plants to make them grow

And all the dreams you helped me to sow

I remember the love you had for my dad;

Even when he passed,

The love never left your heart.

I remember your old sayings

which I often find myself repeating.

I remember your courage and strength;

I remember you would go any length

to help your family and friends

I remember how brave you were to the very end.

Today I miss you more than ever

And hope you how much I loved you.

Someone discovered their footsie today


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Someone discovered their footsie today

How great there’s one more thing

with which to play

Five fat toes

That stretch and wiggle

Must have been funny to see for the first time

Cause all she could do was giggle.

I watched her fascination grow

As she tried to touch her chubby big toe

And when I  sang, “this little piggy.”

She looked at me  as if to say,

” Oh Abuela, that song is so silly.”

The Dictionary will not Suffice


I looked up words randomly

in my dictionary the other day

I was looking for precise

and the most perfect ways

to say

and illustrate my emotions

when I heard I would

be a grandma again.

 

I feel eternity is mine;

new beginnings are always divine.

I cannot stop smiling,

nor imagining

whom this little person will be

in the distant future.

 

The dictionary will not suffice

to express the way I feel.

Being a grandmother is such a real big deal.

 

So all I can say is

I have the greatest expectations

and my heart grows fonder

of the new little person

that is about to be.

Thank you Lord

for this blessing

you have given me.

 

 

 

 

Grand

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Empty Nest is Emptier Today


My empty nest is emptier today

after all of my children and grandchildren

all came home for a very brief stay

They spoiled me like a little kid

with gorgeous smiles,

spontaneous hugs

and kisses,

and comments

prefaced with

remember mom when this and that or this other

referencing the good times she had with her only brother

 

sometimes I wonder if their memories

are fiction or actually fact

They will never know how much

they are missed by their father and mother

 

I tour the house after they all leave

for fainted hints of their perfumes and colognes

and objects they have left behind

that constantly remind

me of the things they did and said

like: my son’s hearty chuckle

my daughter’s pumpkin bread

my grandson Nicholas and his

little dance to Elmo’s Alphabet Song,

and Isaiah’s curious questions about

nature and dinosaurs.

It soothes me to look at

all the pictures I have of them

all around the house.

 

All is so very quiet;

Not a single rouse,

My empty house is emptier

than it ever was before

But it is what it is

Can anyone ever blame me

for wanting to see them more.

 

I scan the empty spaces

as tears run down my face

my eyes are a little blurry

yet focus on something small

sitting on Grandma’s favorite chair

just one lonely small sock abandoned

my dear Nicholas is there.

I gently place it

by his perfect picture

hugging his favorite teddy bear

I pray the next time I see them

will be just a little quicker.

 

In the meantime my empty nest

is emptier than it ever was before

All I know is

as days go by

my love

for all my children grows

more and more and more.

 

Melba Christie (C) 2014

 

 

 

Haiku 52


Coqui!

Coqui! (Photo credit: wormwould)

 

The Coqui is a tiny cricket frog common to the beautiful island of Puerto Rico. Its call is unique and clear, My cousin’s nickname is Coqui and when she would go out at night we could hear the Coqui calling out her name. My beloved grandmother would respond in Spanish with this short rhyme when the cricket frog called out my cousin’s name. It means: No, Coqui is not here.

“No, Coqui no esta aqui.”

I was listening to a Coqui this evening and the clarity with which it sang reminded of my grandmother’s refrain. Thus Haiku # 52 is born.

 

 

 

 

 

secret calls at night

 

all of nature listen to the

 

unique Coqui

By Melba Christie