Time Passing #poetry #writing #photography

childs viewpoint

The next generation buzzed about

one pre-adolescent squawked off-key

trying their hand at being grown up

our children even in sorrow bring us glee

stories of when they were young

little gazes adoration filled

I miss little hands in mine

I still hear a faint giggle

we are here to honor our father

how many gatherings did he watch

things will never be the same

 the family’s protective hawk

we share laughter and tears

they fledge and time passes

parents impotent to protect

the merry go rounds go faster

we sit thinking of the past

telling stories of when they were young

look behind one brief moment

his shadow all alone

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I wish you knew him

broken people held in rough hands

maintained order

Poets United Midweek Motif is “Parenting.” We just spent the past weekend celebrating the rich life of my father-in-law who spent his life serving in international disaster relief. We knew many of the stories still it was good to hear that he was loved and respected no matter where he went. We had lots of time for reflecting on the past and parenting as the children circled our chairs.

 

 

Life’s A Beach… #poetry #summer

 plans for picnic takes a child’s mind

whole wheat  slathered with mayo

fresh turkey, lettuce, tomato

a pickle happily on the side

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golden potato salad, olives and egg

savory tastes never sweet

in my favorite penguin bowl

no one’s looking, sneak a taste

*

where did my picnic manners go?

I look for right utensils and plates

blue and white check for occasions

tied up in a red ribbon bow

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grab the basket, can’t be late

2 many memories,  meld just 1

run down 50 stairs

I’m hurrying please wait

*

singing songs in the back seat

new Mustang with the top down

wind whips our hair in a tangle

anticipating a day at the beach

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Orange disk Frisbees fly

sand castles lose the seige

caught in the  sea’s undertow

too sunny a day to cry

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Hungry, I crunch mayo and sand

those pebbles (like ants ) unwelcome guest

nothing can ruin this day

replay it in my eight track again

 

On a warm day where the air conditioning is our natural sea/bay weather, most of civilization seems to jump in the car for the beach. As a child (and adult) nothing can ruin the day.

Poet’s United is packing their baskets for fine poetry about – Picnics.

What kind of picnic memories do you have?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without You #mothersday #poetry

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some children fall in the cracks

swept up in loving arms

(for you) mothering comes easy

loving is never a “task”

Grandmothers take small hands

steer us clear of life’s storm

water their little one’s garden

never says “can’t” always “Can”

her memory flows over sweetly

wishing she still was near

heaven is ever the richer

Grandmother your love was so dear

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In my discussions with people, I rarely find someone whose grandmother wasn’t an influence in their lives. Some of us were raised by our grandmothers and our mothers were either out of the picture or were more concerned about their own lives. To the women who in their elderly years dusted off their tennie runners and game playing skills and most of all loved us for who we were.

 

Sharing this with Poet’s United today!

Admiration #photochallenge

 

A place where kids can play

smiling faces fly

royal castles from sand

a child in a wheelchair

can reach for the sky

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Virginia Beach has the first beach playground that is accessible to all -It’s called Grommet Park. I admire a community that does something for others just because.

The dp photo challenge this week is Admiration

 

 

Worthy #atozchallenge #writers

girl at coffee

the lack of a smile in her eyes told me

she too young to hide that radiant glow

 too much tarnish to buff away

butterflies and girls should fly free

you are worthy this you should know

go with nature dance, sing, Play!

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Too often young people are made to feel they aren’t good enough.

What a shame when someone with so much potential is robbed before even given the chance to try.

What do you do to stay young?

Highlighting some writers who make a difference in my blogging world:

Linda has a heart for the nature around her (and she’s a great storyteller)  – Rangewriter

Charlie writes poetry that hits the marrow – Read Between the Minds

Mabel writes keenly about the mix of her Australian and Asian culture Mabel Kwong

Magyar lives somewhere between the sea and the world of haiku Magyar Haiku

Honore writes, shoots amazing photography and shares his travels – This Corner of the Woods

Ranu her pen is embraced in beauty –Sabethville

And some A to Z folks to enjoy today: