Visit From An Ancestor

 

Grandmother was a young girl

when an ancestor visited her.

A gentle man from her third heritage

with a wooden flute in hand

played a pleasing tune

a soothing sound

to which she gently swayed.

She asked him where he’d come from,

and how he found his way,

He said a butterfly mapped the route

and he followed the nightingale’s song

but most of all it was the love

that still lived in our home.

 

His voice faded slowly away

and he suddenly disappeared

as mysteriously as he came.

 

The sun shone through

and she awoke

and nothing was ever the same.

Grandmother always said she’d hear

the flute in the distance every now and then.

Some days she’d secretly hoped he visit her again.

 

The day she passed I heard the flute

and a songbird sing softly in my ear.

I knew then everything would be fine.

Because love is what it is

and it lives right here with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Wishes for 2016

I wish I did not have to wish for anything at all

I wish things were perfect like in some fairy tales

But if you don’t wish then you’ll never know if they come true.

So here it goes,

my list of wishes for the New Year 2016:

 

I wish for humankind to understand

that love is what will save us.

I wish for peace, of course,

but moreover, I wish that all of us would want it

so bad that we would not accept anything else.

I wish that the elderly were appreciated more.

I wish I could have longer and more fascinating

conversations with my children so that they

get it, get life  I mean, and finally get me.

I wish we did not have to listen to crazy

politicians two years before an actual election.

I wish cancer especially in young children could be abolished.

I wish that real and productive research is devoted to all diseases.

I wish I could live in three places at the same time.

I wish for no more natural disasters.

I wish guns would disappear from the face of the earth.

I wish for privacy in my own hands.

I wish for an equitable pay for women.

I wish for maturity for those who lack it;

youthful thoughts for those who getting older

and people to be at peace and feeling well.

I wish for brotherly love, authentic acts of kindness,

and the concept of passing it forward to intensify.

I wish all my followers, and the blogger community

that all your wishes are fulfilled

and I wish you all a Happy and Healthy New Year!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sunday Memories of A Baby Boomer

Sunday Morning

A day of rituals

started with church

at St. Luke’s

where forgiven sins

remained for the rest of the week.

 

Then a big breakfast:

pancakes, scrambled eggs,

sizzling bacon and home fries

we ate until we almost died.

 

Then off to some adventure

dad would plan it out as a surprise

no matter how he tried to disguised it

It was usually a day at the theater

or at Palisades Amusement Park

in the summer a trip on the D train to Coney Island Beach

 

But first we’d all sit and read

the New York Journal American

Ivan grabbed the funnies or comic strips

he loved Buz Sawyer and Flash Gordon

 

I had dibs on the magazine that featured

a celebrity on its cover

and every week I underlined

the million dollar movie titles I wanted to watch

mom would do the weekly puzzle

cut out a recipe or two

and peeped at the fashion sections

for tips and how to’s

Dad loved the broadway quips

boxing, sports and politics

 

Sunday night we could not miss

the Ed Sullivan Show.

I loved Topo Gigio,

and the first time he presented the Beatles.

The show introduced us to Carmen Miranda, Jerry Lewis

and almost Bob Dylan,

who walked off the set on day in 63′.

 

Reality was the best it could be

all of us together building memories.

 

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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

 

 

 

I See Them Mostly in Photos Lately

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I see them mostly in photos lately

I see them mostly in photos lately
I am grateful for the opportunity though
Occasionally a short video
will pop up
with a clip of a loved one saying hello.
Text messages are more likely to show
up on my cell and not an actual phone call.

I wonder what my mother would say
about Facebook, Twitter or Instagram?
It is really not all the glitter or hype
people make it out to be.
I wish for the days of meeting personally.

She’d probably say,
“Give me my family closer to me any day
to hug and kiss and to sit around
the dining table to pray
for every meal.”
How much I miss the days
of Sunday visits and making family time a big deal,
where nothing was virtual, only real.

Forget the messages
Limited to 140 characters (letters) in a single tweet
Not too many words for me to fully say
How much I miss them so

Do not get me wrong;
Social media tools are and will be going strong
(For a long time to come)
to keep us all connected.
I just miss the intimacy
I hate to live in the fantasy,
technology seems to promote,
everyday more and more.
It does not matter how far or remote
We may be from all our love ones,
Skype or Google Hangouts will save the day.

So it will suffice for me to say
Keep streaming the videos on YouTube,
God only knows what else will be
I suppose His Grace provided  the intelligence
For us to interface.

We have to wait and see.

By Melba Christie 2014

Man’s Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

It’s Father’s Day Today

and all I have to say

is I am happy to be me

because you are my master

I will always be there for you

no matter what happens

today and forever after.

So take it easy

you deserve it

my dear friend

If I could  talk

I’d tell you

Thanks  for all the walks

and those delicious little biscuits.

My sign is clear

as you can see

I wear it with great pride

to let everyone

know that I’m always on your side

Happy Father’s Day!

Daisy

*My dear sister Daisy passed away 14 years ago on the day after Christmas which was her favorite holiday. Although there are so many things that make me happy on this day, I cannot forget her spirit and deep love for her family. For me Christmas is really not the same anymore.

 

many memories of you visited me today

and in a dream I asked you to stay

 

Christmas was your favorite time of year

and your made sure to spread the cheer

 

on your watch no one was allowed to go without

love and giving to others was what you were about

 

and like the flower you were named after

you made our days all the brighter

 

Every time I see a Daisy

I see you smiling in my mind

 

there will be many daisies

but you my dear sister were only one of a kind.

 

Daisy on my front porch

 

 

 

 

Journey

I just learned through the media that the missing child I alluded to in last post (poem) was found dead. I cannot imagine the pain the family must be going through. I can only express my deepest condolences in another poem. I do not know that this poem will even reach the girl’s family but my heart aches. Every time I read or hear about another child missing my heart skips a beat. I remember the one time my daughter roamed away from us at the mall. It was the longest and most agonizing 15 minutes of my life. My throat became so dry I could barely speak. My husband became so pale it was as if someone had drained the blood from his body. She had been sitting in the book store the entire time not realizing that we were worried sick looking for her. When we saw her walking back towards us along side the Mall’s security guard I thought I would collapse from the sigh of relief. So I know that desperate feeling one gets when you know your child is missing. All it takes is a minute and your life can change forever.

I do not know all the details of this horrendous crime. The investigation is still fresh. But if indeed someone took this child’s life to steal her bicycle then my heart breaks even more. What a senseless, cruel, inhuman, barbaric act. Only heartless, brainless fools are capable of such a thing. What is happening to some of our youth? How does a bicycle become more valuable than a human life? What can we do to stop the craziness? How do we protect our children?

Here is my poem dedicated to the parents of the victim of this recent tragedy. God be with this family to help them cope with the pain.

A garden full of sweet smelling flowers has begun to grow

getting ready to greet you and invite you to the show

Your parents are aware

and know you must be there

among the angels

but of course they will miss you very much

and long to touch

your face as when they’d tiptoe into your room at night,

to kiss you on the forehead and say goodnight.

Now you are out of sight

to them and to your friends

but none will forget your plight

and we all will continue to flight

to stop what was your fatal destiny

from happening again

We promise to not forget

We promise to remember

the splendor of your short life

on this earth

And when we look up

to see the sky at night

you will be the most beautiful star

shining bright upon us.

 

 

 

 

My Father-in-Law

Mother-in-laws are often mentioned either for good or for bad

I am very grateful that mine has never made me mad nor sad.

But let me tell you about my in-law father,

he too has been unique.

Juris Doctor has been his lifelong occupation

so in this way he’s my in-law father

but more than my father-in-law

he has been my dad too

whenever I need advice

he listens patiently

and lifts my hopes up high.

That is what dads do,

and this is what he has become to me

and when I need a lawyer,

I’ll always have one for free.

Of course I am just kidding

I love you Don Wil!

Maybe I have not told you this enough

Thanks for always being there for me

and also all in our family.

Today you are T-nueve

as my dear aunt Norma would have said

because she never told her age.

However, it’s O.K. because you are our sage.

We wish we could be with you

on this very special day,

but in the meantime until

we are together with you

May God bless you on your _9th birthday!

3-15-2012