ws
yesterday,
after 15 years
with us, Peachy
closed her eyes
and slipped on back
to heaven’s arms.
she was such
a sweet good
little dog and
we are grateful
she was able to
grace us on her
journey through
these stars.
~~
I’m not sure
when I’ll feel like
answering comments,
but I do thank you
for your thoughts.
Love, Jannie
xoxoxo
one day they’ll examine
the leaves of our letters,
the vangoghed margin notes
and butterflied brush strokes
that tell the canvas-lovers
we were only human too.
they’ll sit there in libraries
and beside post office boxes
and on front porch swings
unexpectedly
lost in the light
of our laughter,
their eyes melting to mist,
their faces growing
steadily younger.
~~ end of poem (which yes, is about 55 words, for those of you playing.)
Those are a couple of cards and a bookmark my sister made and sent me this year from jail where she’s been serving 6 months for a lesson she can learn from.
(Lord knows, we’ve all had lessons to learn.)
She’ll be out in a couple weeks.
Rosie’s a sweet sweet awesome person. I love her so much!!
And she’s the real visual artist of the family, as you can see.
Even her handwriting’s a painting.
Blessedly, Mom and Dad and Rosie’s 2 kids have had these wonderful months to hang out together!
And everything’s okay.
xoxoxooxxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Guys, I hope your weekend is really really superly awesome-great.
Kelly and I are off to Houston very early Saturday to a gymnastics meet. If she does well enough there she will go on to State finals in Dallas next month. It’s all quite exciting. And fun! [Edit on Sunday morning… they took the top 10 girls for State — and Kelly came in 11th. She is First Alternate, tho. If one of the girls cannot compete for whatever reason, Kelly will take her place.
At any rate, she’s has an AWESOME first season!! A newbie who did very very well.]
See you later! I’m off to eBay land now.
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let’s laze in bed
scrapbooking our
coffee into faerie rings
we’ll dance around
all day and half-past
the marshmallow moon.
let’s sack race down
a curtain of sun to the
land of never-ending
cake baked by butterflies
with sunrise stained-glass
church window wings.
let’s RSVP to the starfish
by text that, yes — we shall
soon waltz at the wedding
of ocean and sky.
and when we’re older,
let’s grand jete up the
aisles of old photographs
smiling at us from baskets
and boxes and cedar chests
on the shelves of our hearts.
~~ end of poem for dVerse Poetry’s Open Link Tuesday.
Photos taken Saturday at my pal Suzie’s.
She designed and made those starfish from cardboard herself!
Still can’t believe I’m this lucky she’s my friend.
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where their red hair comes from
but that’s okay, it comes from love’s
ocean we’re all mermaiding in.
_____
it comes from the doctor’s daughter who
in 1916 at age 10 posed in a Nova Scotia
summergarden with a chestnut violin.
_____
it comes from the pines and the lilacs
of the dance hall she bought on auction
with 700 borrowed dollars in 1942,
_____
the dance hall now in arrears,
but with my loving intention will shine
up the seashells again in seven years.
_______
(because all love is up to me.)
______
one day, the invisible red thread that ties us all together
will reveal how after her too-young Episcopalian minister
husband died suddenly and unexpectedly of heart attack,
_____
she took up buying and selling
antiques for the next 35 years,
finally closing shop at age 85
_____
and her eyes at age 97.
_____
how she never remarried, but
for a while had a beau who landed
on the beach in front of her house
to take her flying by seaplane.
_____
how she loved silver
blue cotton sundresses
a glass of white a night
her 3 sons, their wives
her grandchildren,
______
and went on to outlive
all her sisters and friends,
but not the lilacs, and
_____
not the love writing
this bottled message
here in Texas today.
will 2 red-haired angels
one day get to be friends
with a little half-sister,
______
maybe show her around
all the secret caves and coves
of the island they call home?
_________
I hope so!
________
but who knows?
who knows how it
all will go, really?
_____
i sure don’t, but
my money’s on the love
and on the red string
_____
that knows all
the best waves are
still yet to come.
~~ end of poem written with hope and trust in all things good.
And hey — it’s Tuesday!
Sorry I’ve not been out to most of your blogs lately, I’m still in major bread-winning mode these days.
Love you all, tho. And plan on blog-hopping later this week, whoooohoooooo.
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