Friday, May 31, 2019

WRINKLES

She is not an egotistical person…vanity…she has no trace
yet she was lamenting getting older…and all the wrinkles on her face.

Her husband overheard her and decided to intercede
“Come with me for a moment." he said…”I know just the thing you need.”

She took the hand he offered as she’d done a million times before
and they walked hand in hand together until he opened the front door.

Outside the summer morning was cloaked in a misty fog
And though there was no thunder…it was raining cats and dogs

She looked into her husbands eyes…silently urging him to explain
“Take your shoes off.” he smiled…”We’re going barefoot in the rain.”

He ran into the rain…leaving his shoes and socks behind
as she watched him jumping up and down she thought he was losing his mind

But if he’s losing his mind she reasoned then I guess I’ll lose mine too
and out she headed in the rain without her socks or shoes.

They laughed and sang and even danced and when their playing was through
He brought her back to that same mirror and said…”Now let’s take a look at you.”

“I love every wrinkle on your face.” he said in a voice both soothing and kind…
“Because those wrinkles are just remnants of what your smiles left behind.”

“Don’t let your wrinkles get you down, don’t let them worry or annoy.
besides being an indication of your age…their a celebration of your joy”

“I find each wrinkle beautiful…alluring and beguiling.”
Then he kissed her and as he walked away
in the mirror…

she was smiling.

Thursday, May 30, 2019

DON'T FORGET THE CHANGE

How often do we cross paths with people only for a moment…then
once that moment’s over… our paths never cross again?


She came into the bookstore with her mom…they went to separate nooks.
Her mom headed to the latest fiction…she…to children’s books.

She quickly found a book…then sat in a chair to read it…
“Mom!” I heard her yell across the store….“You see this book…I need it!”

“You still have some birthday money.” her mom said, “take it out…and count.
You can buy that book all by yourself…if you have the right amount.

“Can you tell me how much this book is?” she asked in a voice low and refined…
“Sure.” I said as I smiled at her.  “That’ll be eight dollars…ninety-nine.

She reached into her pocket…I could tell that she was thrilled
as she laid out on the counter… a pile of crumpled bills.

She counted each one to herself…at a slow and steady pace
and when she finished counting…a smile crossed her face.

“I’m pretty sure I have enough.” she said proudly…(this time I was thrilled)
As she handed me in her outstretched hands…nine still crumpled bills.

I counted each one as I un-crumpled them…I said, “Why yes you do.”
(I didn’t have the heart to tell her with tax…it came to nine dollars sixty-two.”)

Luckily in my pocket…I had my own crumpled dollar bill
which, when she wasn’t looking, I slipped into the till.

I rang her up, handed her the book…and with everything arranged
she started to walk away when I called out, wait…don’t forget your change…

I handed her the thirty-eight cents…and her smile…I’ll never forget
Just to see that smile on her face was worth going one crumpled dollar in debt…

I wonder if the lesson here as we randomly encounter people
as pleasantries we exchange…
Is to understand if we’re lucky 

we all leave with a little change.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019

UNFINISHED

My grandfather was an artist…through an artist eyes he’d see
when I was five he gave me a portrait…the portrait was of me!

There I was on the canvas…my eyes, my smile…my hair
everything about me…was in the picture…everywhere…

“Thank you! It’s beautiful Grandpa!” I said, “but tell me how can this be
you titled it ‘ONE…UNFINISHED’, but It looks all done to me.”

“Oh, this painting is quite finished,” Grandpa said, “as anyone can see
but you, the subject of the painting, you will never be….”

“So each year I will add a painting…
next year’s will be UNFINISHED…TWO
and when your birthday comes around…
I’ll present it, then, to you.”

“For if there’s one thing I can teach you
One thing I know to be true
it’s that I will never finish being me
and you will never finish being you…”

Grandpa knew what he was talking about…
and he kept his promise too
He gave me 25 UNFINISHED paintings 
before his time was through.

And whenever I look at my paintings today Grandpa
here’s something else I know is true….
you have never finished loving me

and I will never finish loving you…

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

WHEN YOU HOLD HANDS WITH A CHILD

When you hold the hand of a child…you cannot help but smile
two hands joined that once were two apart
There’s something innocent and pure once they put their hand in yours
you feel it all the way down to your heart.

You may not think it matters much…when an old and young hand touch…
but a memory immediately spikes.
The moment you feel that tiny hand…at once you understand
as you remember what innocence was like.

Your memory turns back slow…to a time not long ago
when you held onto a hand …perhaps an arm
and you know this to be true…how they put their faith in you
and it’s your responsibility to keep them safe from harm.

And though you never go to church that doesn’t mean you do not search
which makes this moment both wonderful…and odd
For when your fingers interlace…as you’re two hands then embrace
you wonder it this is what it’s like…to hold the hand of God.

That’s why old people understand…when a child holds our hand
for a moment…or a littlest of whiles
for that moment we are blessed that their hand in ours is pressed
and that is why we can’t do anything…but smile.



Monday, May 27, 2019

WE REMEMBER THE HEROES

So many soldiers have died in wars so our flag can continue to fly
Died defending our freedom…on the land, on the seas…in the sky

Some of them died with their colleagues…
some of them perished alone…
but all who died defending our freedom
share an honor all their own.

Those who remember them tell stories of their spirit…
their strength 
and their sacrifice.
stories passed down through generations…
as they dwell in paradise.

Stories of war and freedom.
Stories of a world torn apart.
And their memories fall like raindrops to soothe our aching hearts.

Today we salute our fallen heroes…
We remember how they were bold and innocent and brave
as we lay bouquets of flowers
by the headstones on their graves.

And we shall go on remembering those who fought…
those who we’ve loved and lost…
for we must never forget what they died for…
we must never forget the cost.

Remembering them today is a way to honor them
a small way to repay our debt
to let them know what their sacrifice meant to us

to let them know…we shall never forget.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

RIPPLES IN THE SAND

When you sit on the shore of the ocean watching the sun paint the morning sky
Your feel the breeze, see the clouds and marvel at the early birds flying by.

If you’re lucky enough to have the time…to linger there a while
you swear…in the silence of the morning…you can hear the planet smile.

You are mesmerized by the ripples in the ocean…at the uniform way they behave
each one is beautiful…
smooth and shiny…
forming one never-ending wave.

And you find yourself watching one wave…
as you’ve done a thousand times before
you follow it on its journey as it rolls upon the shore.

Followed by another, 
then another, 
then another wave…
it’s a beautiful dance they perform
and you begin to understand how in that multitude of ripples…an ocean can be formed.

And when the tide heads back out to sea…your heart begins to soar
for the ripples, inadvertently, have left their mark upon the shore.

And you think of the problems facing the world today…how difficult is the climb
And you’re reminded the only way to change the world…is one ripple at a time.

And you know when enough people discover this…
and flow together…
even for a little while…
We, too, will leave our mark upon the shore…

and we will hear our planet smile.

Saturday, May 25, 2019

EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW

One day I ran to Grandpa…And I looked into his ear.
“Mommy says you’re pretty smart….Do you keep your brains in here?”

It’s too dark in here. I can’t see a thing…I don’t know what to do.
Grandpa is there any way…I’ll ever be as smart as you?”

Grandpa sat me on his lap…he gave my hand a squeeze.
“The wisdom you are seeking can be found in all of these.”

He pointed to his bookshelf and said, “Sally..take a look.”
“All my wisdom…everything I know…I learned from children’s books.”

By listening to or reading the words or inspecting the pictures drawn
Oh...the wondrous things I’ve seen…Oh…the places I have gone.  

I’ve been to worlds where strange things happen.
I’ve seen animals dance and sing.
I’ve known fairies and dragons and pirates…and Princesses and Kings.

I’ve been to Africa with a curious monkey
on a bear hunt under the pines 
rescued from a well in China 
and to France with Madeline 

Along the way, everywhere I went my imagination has been churned
And I’ll be glad to share with you…some…of the things I’ve learned:

It seems I’ve learned so many things I was not taught in school
Like what happens when my teacher’s missing…and how Wimpy kids are cool. 

I’ve learned about the weather from Freddy, he’s a frog.  
I’ve seen a cold and snowy day…I’ve seen it raining cat’s and dogs

I learned some girls like to be fancy, that there’s an alphabets in my soup 
I learned it’s okay to wear the color pink…and that everybody poops. 

I learned about dragons, they love tacos, 
I visited the Wild Things land
I learned that when I’m nervous or scared I have my kissing hand. 

I learned the beauty of inventing words…like this one...maple surple
I watched as a boy named Harold drew the moon…I learned nothing rhymes with purple.

Dr. Seuss taught me colors and counting…I played a game with his Cat in the Hat 
his Lorax taught me ecology…Now what do you think about that?

I’ve learned meatballs can fall from the sky…and when you’re in a jam
What’s the best thing you can give yourself…of course...green eggs and ham.

Amelia Bedelia taught me how to think…she takes things so literally.
I’ve learned of joy and tenderness…under the Giving Tree. 

I learned to watch the world around me from a poky little pup 
while a little engine and a steam shovel…taught me never to give up.

I’ve learned that love and tolerance are what matters in the end.
I’ve learned a lion and a mouse or a spider and a pig can be the best of friends.

I’ve learned an express train takes you to Santa…that a reindeer’s nose can glow. 
I’ve learned a snowman can come alive…and a Grinch’s heart can grow 

I’ve learned not to give a mouse a cookie…it causes too much of a fuss
I’ve learned that cows can type, bears like honey and not to let pigeons drive the bus.

I’ve learned gentleness from a bull…integrity from a bat 
I’ve learned how one bear can be big and brown…while another wears a hat. 

I’ve learned fish can come in rainbow colors…that a wolf can huff and puff 
I’ve learned a caterpillar can be hungry…and billy goats are gruff. 

I’ve learned to wake up in the morning with a smile…I’ve learned to sing a happy tune
I’ve learned to think of others...to be nice…and say good night to the moon. 

As I grew up it didn’t stop…how my learning did expand
as I followed a rabbit down a hole…and flew to Neverland. 

I learned about life on the Mississippi…watching a young boy and Indian flee
I learned about kindred spirits in a town called Avonlea.  

I learned from wizards, witches and Hobbits…from creatures big and small
that goodness wins out in the end…and there’s magic in us all.

“I could go on and on.” Grandpa said but to one thought I must return
of all the things I know...I know there’s always more to learn.

And if you spend a little time reading before long this I know
Oh the things that you will learn…Oh the places you will go.


Then Grandpa sat me at my desk…and he gave my head a kiss
He patted me on my shoulder…and then he told me this....

If you’re seeking wisdom, Sally you don’t have far to look

Everything you need to know…can be found in children’s books.


Friday, May 24, 2019

THEY COME SEEKING ASYLUM

What we’re doing as a country is wrong, it’s inhuman and it is cruel
I refer everyone to their religious texts…look up the Golden Rule…

It’s not a matter of can we help…it hasn’t been…from the start
It is a matter of how we help…it’s a matter of the heart:


They come seeking asylum to a country not their own
They come seeking asylum…sometimes they come alone

Sometimes their parents bring them…fleeing conflict, war and and strife
Sometimes they send their children ahead…hoping for a better life.

They come seeking asylum…but our country is divided
Some of us think we should help…others think we are misguided.

So we stop them at our border…accusing them of sins
and we tell them to their faces…we’re afraid to let you in.

And sometimes we take their children from them…and sometimes their children cry
And six times since we’ve started this…six times…children die.

They come seeking humanity…they’d love a place to live
They come seeking humanity…is that too much to give?

They come seeking compassion…once our border they have crossed
But they are looking for a feeling…I fear America has lost.

They come seeking asylum…but our country is divided

It certainly makes you wonder…which side is misguided.


Thursday, May 23, 2019

TRUE LOVE

What is true love? It’s certainly up for supposition 
There is no specific answer…no universal definition…

If there is one truth that can be told…when all defining’s done
It’s that true love…whatever that may be…is different for everyone:

She tells a story of her children…her little girl and boy
who were fighting over a plastic dog…a seemingly ordinary toy.

A child’s world is uncomplicated…at least from where they’re at
Her little boy had the dog…her little girl wanted it
it was just as simple as that.

So the daughter feeling frustrated…without a hope…without a clue
ran straight to her mother…hoping she’d know what to do.

Mom said, “You must love that dog very much.”
Her daughter nodded through her tears.
“Then let me tell you something”, she said
“I’ve learned over the years.”

“If you want it just because your brother has it…then true love it is not
If you want it and can wait until he’s done…then true love’s what you’ve got.”

“OK, Mom,” her daughter sighed…
and here let me elaborate….
her daughter said although it makes her sad…
since it’s true love…she would wait.

Yes, true love is a funny thing…although it’s not always easy to discern
It’s something you’re never too old to feel…and never too young to learn.

Since it comes in many shapes and sizes
when you look around…you begin to see it more and more
It’s in a mother’s patience, 
a daughters understanding

and it’s definitely worth waiting for.