BREAKFAST WITH A MOMMY DADDY

 

 As I was enjoying a breakfast smoothie on the porch the other morning

far from the distractions of TV, radio or cable

a singular daddy long legs joined me at our picnic table.

I am not an expert…not an arachnid authority or swami…

but from what little I know about  daddy long legs…

this daddy was a mommy.

I imagine she’s seen me every morning at this table sitting here

and through her arachnid instincts knew there was nothing she need fear.

She crawled right up to where I sat…and I watched her from my seat

as she felt around the table for something she could eat.

I was impressed with how she moved…with such ease and grace and class 

and I loved the way she inspected the smoothie in my glass

Next she walked across my crossword puzzle

and as I watched her my confidence was shaken…

when she pointed to 61 across and shook her head

as if my answer was mistaken.

And when I checked my answer…to her utter satisfaction and delight…

this long legged arachnid…to my dismay…was right!

So spent breakfast together…at the table…side by side…

I enjoyed my smoothie

while she continued finding whatever morsels our table would provide.

As  the two of us enjoyed our breakfast…

and the sun continued to rise

I returned my attention to my crossword puzzle…

under mommy long legs watchful eyes.

I’m hoping she comes back tomorrow…

to offer her company and share a bite or two…

and I’m interested to see if she’s as good at Wordle

as she is with crosswords too.

THE ROSE

 

Moving is a process…it comes with some anxiety and la ittle worry…

and you only to make things worse…if you‘re in a hurry.

 

So here we are a month after moving in…and from the porch where I am seated….

although we’ve come a long way…the process is yet to be completed…

We’ve been taking our time…arranging…rearranging…

balancing moving in…while still enjoying the day….

hyappy as we progress…to unpack memories along the way.

Yesterday as I was moving books around…

A rose that had been living in one book…tumbled to the ground.

“I know what that is!” the voice inside me said…

“It’s the boutonnière I wore the day Deborah and I were wed."

I quickly picked it up and gave a long hard look…

At the little rose that for years has been pressed between the pages of a book.

It has survived the years since I pinned it on…since our vows were originally spoken….

It was still in tact…it’s colors faded…but nothing’s damaged…nothing broken.

And although while it’s been in that book…38 years have gone…

to me it was as beautiful the day I pinned it on…

It was a symbol of our life together…since our vows were originally spoken….

How we’re  still in tact…our colors faded…but nothing’s damaged…nothing broken.

A reminder that since we said I DO…in the 38 years that have gone…

Our marriage is as beautiful…as the day I pinned it on.

LANTERNS IN THE SKY

 

Some mornings I rise around 4:00 AM…still in the dead of night

and quickly check if the sky is clear…so I can see the mountain light.

The first thing I do after waking is step out on our porch and stop…

to see if the there is an aura …a luminescence…appearing across the mountain top.

There are no city lights around…no source of light from above or below…

but when the sky is clear from where I stand…the mountains seem to glow.

There is a Cherokee legend that explains the reason why……

the glow I see are the spirits of fallen warriors lighting up the sky.

Or it could be light from the lanterns of grieving Cherokee woman

whose partners…from wherever they did roam…

be it a battle or a hunt…have never made it home.

Of course there is a scientific explanation…regarding those glowing lights

creating mountain silhouettes on a clear and starless night.

But as I look out in the darkness…and this halo over the mountains I see…

I prefer the explanation…provided by the Cherokee… 

I like to think years ago…in the solitude of the early morn….

when the Cherokee saw this same light I am seeing…

these legends were first born.

I have always loved love fairy tales, fables and legends…

and I imagine that is why…

when I wake up at 4:00 AM…

and the night is clear

I search for lanterns in the sky.

THEY SHOULD BE TEACHING US

 

When I look around at the world we’ve created…

unfortunately I see…

hatred, cruelty, deception, greed and dishonesty

trying and succeeding in some cases

to supplant peace, acceptance, caring, love and generosity 

I also see a world filled with children…

who look to us wide-eyed and innocently…

To teach them everything we know

about peace, acceptance, caring, love and generosity.

If you’ve ever watched young children

you see they innately understand….

how we are all the same no matter what we look like

how they walk together hand in hand.

Watch children at play and you will quickly see…

They don’t let superficial things destroy their affection

their friendship, their love…their harmony.

I believe kind and gentle and good…accepting one another unconditionally

is the reason they were created…is who they were born to be.

If you look close… you will see peace and love and generosity in their eyes…

You will see they do not know of prejudice and hate…

unless we teach them otherwise.

Which makes me wonder if we want to change the world…

If we want more peace, acceptance, caring, love and generosity reaching us…

Perhaps instead of teaching our children…

they should be teaching us.

A LITTLE MORE LIKE DOLLY

 

Yesterday I wrote a poem in admiration of Mr. Rogers.

This is basically what I said:

in a world filled with hate, prejudice and animosity

we should all try to be a little more like Fred.

But after listening to ‘I Will Always Love’ you on SiriusXM this morning …

another thought occurred to me… 

It had to do with Dolly Parton’s kindness

her affirmations and her generosity.

I loved the way she lived her life…

loved her wit and her optimistic point of view

and I thought in a world with so much anger

we should try to be a little more like Dolly too.

I did not know Fred…or Dolly

but when each life came to an end…

like a lot of people across the globe

I felt I had just lost a good friend.

Two extremely decent people

who were caring, loving and kind…

Two people who will be remembered

for all the love they left behind.

I hope we never forget how they lived their lives

as models of peace, acceptance and harmony

Never forget what they meant to the world

their gifts…their legacies.

I wonder….if we all lived a little more like Dolly

what kind of world community would we be?

I imagine we would all be a little more caring and loving…

and I’m sure Mr. Rogers wold agree.

A LITTLE MORE LIKE FRED

 

When our children were children…

we’d sit together on the floor and watch Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood…

It was a wonderful way to be together

while learning how to be kind and decent…and good.

From our age to theirs in front of our TV it was easy connect 

with someone who exuded kindness and treated everyone with respect.

It was our hope that our children would pick up on this thread…

and when they went out into the world…

would be a little more like Fred.

That they would practice peace and empathy…

would live their life with honor and dignity…

that they’d try to resolve their differences through communication….

not with hostility.

That they would understand although there is evil in this world…

meant to demean, demolish and destroy…

they could fight this evil with love and hope…

and try to fill the world with joy.

Imagine what our world would look like…

if we accepted one another in spite of our differences…

If all the people of the world were acknowledged… 

welcomed… 

and well-fed….

Imagine the kind of world we could create…

If we were all… 

a little more like Fred.