You Will Have Friends

You will have friends who carry you.

And times when you will carry them.

You will have friends who drift away,

allowing new friends to draw closer.

You will have friends long after

I am but wildflowers in the woods.

Cherish them. But most of all,

cherish you. And the love ever

reigning over and under and

in and on everything, like the

oceans of your father’s eyes and

the music in my heart for him.

My dVerse Open Link Tuesday thoughts.

xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxox (and such)

And thinking I’ll add a 4th photo to this post, sometime in the next coupla days!

A picture you’ve never seen before of Kelly’s ocean-eyed dad.

So, come back, if you wish!

xoxo (agin)

When She Wakes

when she wakes

to find a snow

of comments

has fallen

on her blog

in the night,

she dances

a little dance

in the castle

of her heart

where angels’

guitars are

storming

the morning

with waterfalls

and mountain calls

that make the

sunshine sing.

That’s Jannie’s (my) submission for Open Link Night, week 17, at dVerse Poetry.

And here’s fresh snow on a castle…

Never been there but I did enjoy other beautiful parts of Germany in 1999 with my AWESOME penpal Doris,

who mailed me this photo of herself years before we met in person. She’d been to Australia…

5 guitars…..

The Beach Guitar was Kelly’s class’ fund raiser project at her school when she was 6.

Twinkles & Sprinkles y’all…

xoxooxoxoxo

What Could A Writer Of Flash Fiction Say…

about 3 yellow cars in 55 words?

That when she took

the photos she was

wearing her $18 hat

and had just shared

a strawberry rose

with the child she

marvels at daily?

That she photoshopped out

the bird poop from photos 1 and 3?
 

That poop does sometime happen?

But fertilizer is the stuff of growth.

And love is ever at the helm!

G-Man is ever at the helm as our Friday Flash Fiction 55 host.

Write a 55, post it and let G-Man know.

He WILL pop over and comment.

xoxoxooxoxoxxo

One Day We Will Say — a poem

One day we will say

“When you were ten

Walter sketched you.”

Or maybe not.

Who knows

what we will

remember

to say or not

as the years

have ripened

like melons

on a vine

before us.

(Wait, do melons grow on vines?)

🙂

One thing I DO know….

Today I say “Kelly, you are awesome!!”

And “I love you!!!!!”

Will you read this one day, and remember that portrait sitting?

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Part TWO (Written before part ONE…)

Ten minutes after I met Walter

we were sitting outside my house

in a car he was looking at buying.

When I told him I wrote songs,

he said in his fine German accent

“I wrote a song once!

A lullaby for my baby!!”

And proceeded to sing it

there in that ’01 Honda Civic,

me in the passenger seat.

And it was sweet.

Now that baby of his is 13

and his babier baby is 10 —  Kelly’s age.

Walter is 85!!!!!!!!

His wife is about my age — 47.

He sketched that portrait of Kelly last week.

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PART THREE… (Back To “The Now”)

Walter bought a car. (Finally.)

After driving 6 we had for sale.

So, this is all quite awesome.

And I took this photo of Kelly yesterday.

Over and out!!!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

P.S. My darling car business husband whom Kelly gets her gorgeous profile from, made that fireplace mantel and such.

He added that whole room onto our house with this own hands!!!

Yep — construction pix one day! ( I promise!!)

xoxoxoxoxo

P.P.S.

Walter Meyer is AWESOME!!

He’s a Nazi Germany survivor who stowed away on a ship to South America when he was 17.

I’ve been in his house and bowed in wonder at his gorgeous colorful paintings.

(This poem post is for Open Link night at dVerse Poetry Pub.)

When Poems Vacation In Hawaii — in 55 words

when poems vacation in Hawaii

they check into the best hotels

of course, and order up bottled

fresh air to pour into the sea.

When the margaritas begin to

flow right after breakfast, the

vacationing poems are usually

found swinging from the earrings

of ladies surfing in the ocean and

ladies surfing blogs on laptops

while lounging beneath palms.

That was 55 words for our favorite fictional flasher — G-Man.

Hula day photo from Kelly’s preschool when she was 4.

Poolside photo I took in Galveston last week.

I’ve never been to Hawaii. Have you?

Cloudia lives there. I love her beautiful blog!

And in parting, a Kauai Beach Hilton photo off Google. Meet me there some day?!

Toodle-oodle-oodle-ooo.

Kootchie-kootchie-kootchie-koo.

xooxoxoxox