Poetry On The Uneven Bars

Wow — her first 9.5!

And so sweet of Blue Bunny to think she deserved an 11. 🙂

For that “performance” she placed 7th of 35 girls in her age division last weekend at her 3rd-ever meet.

What a great Level 5 USA Gymnastics bars moment!

She’s worked amazingly hard.

Now I am off to play work amazingly hard on eBay and songs, but mostly eBay for the next little while — while drinking wine and coffee, but probably not at the same time. 🙂

And I look forward to lots of fun blog-reading-and-commenting breaks, whoooohoooooo.

Y’all take care now, ya hear!!

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Sometimes You Watch Them

Sometimes you watch them

from an umbrella or a window

or a harbor castle’s keep.

Whatever a keep is.

Something that holds

things in I guess.

But there’s no holding in

kids or flowers with hearts

and minds of their own.

Sometimes a poem that starts

about children playing in morning rain

after a birthday slumber party

ends in a grand revelation

that this year your impatiens

must’ve roamed off to Rome.

But… you sweep the

walkway for this post,

Postie’s on the way,

and even with Rome roamers,

you know everything’s still good.

Really so very wonderfully good.

With love to all you AWESOME-sweet ones.

Have fun out cavorting in the wild-flowered poetry meadows. See you there soon!

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Yes, I watered them all summer!

(The kids AND the flowers!!)

Probably just need to upgrade my soil.

Fourth On Beam, People — Fourth On Beam!!

I commend that young lady in red, who only weeks ago cried her little heart out after a disappointing balance beam day.

But following utter devastation she got back on the beam, worked harder and…

this past Saturday won 4th at her first-ever gymnastics meet!!!

Ironically, I didn’t catch Miss Athlete #314’s beam score, but see her floor, vault and bars below…

Sooooo proud of her.

And during the 2-hour drive home she said…  “Thanks, Mom for taking me all the way there, and for paying for my gymnastics, and everything.”

You’re welcome, Baby. You’re so welcome.

She was only 10 then.

And today ELEVEN!!!!!

Love, Mom
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(Did that bun myself. So easy once you know how!)

Our 4th So Far Today

This morning I was up early festooning her old stroller with the bunting I made for her trike when she was 2.

We got to the park about 9:00.

Took a couple of kittehs along in case other families wanted kittehs too.

I think those 2 are both placed!

At 10:00 we paraders were ready to take flight down the street.

And we did!

Had a little problem with kitteh containment at first, but soon they settled down for the 10-minute ride.

Refreshments were yummy.

Greased watermelons were vied for by wrestlers.

Kelly did her best to hold her own in her age division, but a brawnier girl landed that melon to shore.

Now I’m home with her dad watching tv and she’s out with friends behind a boat on that thing.

She’ll get to watch the fireworks at the 360 Bridge tonight with said friends on said boat, here…

I’m happy for her.

And happy I’ll be spending a quiet evening in with her dad, ahhhhhhhhh.

Happy 4th y’all!!!  Is it great to be free, or what!!????!!!

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Fireworks photo by Nomad Pursuits.

Besides, It’s Always Mothers’ Day In Our Hearts.

A lady once spent
six hours a day bloggin’

‘Til she got a day job
and lost half her noggin.

Somehow her Mothers’ Day
post fell behind.

Now it’s quite late.
She hopes you don’t mind?

So, who could all those
gals be way up there,

ladies with summertime
shine in their hair.

Mom’s on the far left,
the “baby” of the five.

So lucky these
ladies are all still alive!!

And healthy!

Photo was taken
almost ten years ago

outside Saint James’
one day without snow.

Speaking of James’es who
are saintly and such,

That’s mine in the middle,
him I love much.

No, he’s not perfect,
but Honey, who is?

Except for Christ Jesus
in the forgiveness biz.

But back to the story
of the sisters above,

Each of them mothers.
Each of them love.

They are in Canada
while we’re here in Texas.

Next year we might drive up
in an good pre-owned Lexus.

Or fly in the sky in
a seven thirty seven

back home to the land of
Tim Hortonly heaven.

As to Kelly’s Christening
that earlier sweet now,

as to the land where
I learned to milk cows,

the wee one in the photo
with her toes peeking out,

— let’s give that singing
little cutie a shout.

She co-starred in her
school musical last week,

the stow-away in “Pirates”
She was AMAZING. And sweet.

She made me a mother
for which I’m so grateful.

Thus concludes this poem
… only fifteen days lateful.

🙂

And because Jannie loves threes…

there’s one I just took of a notecard sketched by Carol Olson in 1976.

I’m guessing it depicts the town 100 years ago.

The big whole family Kelly’s Christening Day photo was taken in front of the church on the left.

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