Just shooting the poop with Lori
He travels the world on the backs of others|
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea
|So last night I had a chance to view my daughter on stage once again. She is playing Sophie in Mama Mia for her college. I have to say the tears of pride were numerous. She has an incredible talent and to see her confidence on stage is remarkable. But the thing I am most proud of is the credit she has given to everyone in the show with her. She knows that what she has the opportunity to do could not be accomplished without hundreds of others. It does a Mama's heart good to see the camaraderie of the cast and crew. It is a difficult and fickle profession but she is a hard worker and loves every aspect of theater. She truly is the girl with the golden hair that learned to sing before she could talk. God has bestowed many gifts on her and she is quite aware of that fact.
|My youngest boy is sitting here waiting for his brother to pick him up for a day at the water park. He is as excited as a child of seven but is seventeen. It is so cool watching my kids turn into friends. He is trying to play off his excitement but is pacing while he waits. Makes my mama's heart feel good.
|How weird is that I enjoyed filling up the pool for my dogs? I sat on the deck watching them play like toddlers. They dunked the ball and retrieved it 100 times just for the sheer joy of squishing the water out of it. It was a coordinated doggie form of play as they each took turns with the same ball. I offered them each their own ball but it didn't hold the same appeal. I must say summertime holds its own novelty and joy is found in the simplest of things.
They are all grown
No more bunnies, to tote along
No more tears, to wipe away
Cherished days, kidnapped by time
One mother's, sad evaporated view
Playgrounds now, hold no appeal
And a child's laughter, rings out dim
An empty bench, with remnant hare
Speaks sweet memories of childhood
A mother's blessing and heartfelt song
Many knees, scraped and bruised
With gentle kiss, to heal the wound
Echoed tides, of the passing eras
Reside upon the wooden pew
Such mighty tales the timbers tell
Of children raised, in joy and love
The bench remains as a keeper of time
Grandma will visit to rest in the sun
New memories to make with little ones
Worn weary bunny, they shall tote along
As their witness, to the age old psalm
The fleeting moments of family life
Are the greatest treasures found on earth
They are all grown
© Copyright 2019 L.A. Grawitch (lgrawitch at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
|It's the quiet morning hours that spark the mind. The soft lull of the air conditioner, the hushed tick of the clock, and gentle purr of the coffee brewing offers calm. Family members are tucked safely in their beds with the pets curled up nearby. The birds twitter in the trees as the golden orb in the sky yawns a sleepy hello. Bunnies prance through the yard in playful jubiliance and the dewy grass reflects the new- born sunshine. It is in these short hours that stress is laid to rest and blessings are counted.
|There are many things that I have wondered often about the validity of their existence or better yet, the purpose of their presence here on earth. The appendix serves no vital purpose. It just kind of hangs around with a group of other organs waiting to cause trouble. Roly Poly bugs are cute but pretty much useless. This brings me to the real concern... the slug, a slimy and gross snake wannabe. Their unexpected appearance always startles me, If you find one more will close behind. They are not quick so you have time to season the deck with salt. The spineless creature leaves an unsettling goo in its wake. It sticks to shoes worse than any gum on the market. I think this will be the first question I might ask at the pearly gates. Hopefully, I won't be penalized for such a query. .
|She calls out in her mother's voice,"There is trash to be taken out and grass to be cut."
A responding glare is the teenager' s response.
Mama says, "Dinner is served when the chores are done."
Like a zombie he walks to the kitchen and grabs from the cabinet a bag of chips. Stuffing his mouth as he walks away, mama gives a love tap to the back of the head. The teenager smiles and nods, as he says, "I'm not really hungry, yet."
Mama's blood pressure rises as she glances at the overflowing trash. She is quite aware that nagging doesn't work. The tool she employs is subtraction of the things that he loves.
"I think I will be keeping the car to myself if these things don't get done!" she hollers aloud for the child to hear.
"That's okay. I wasn't going out tonight and I think it needs gas anyway," the boy mutters under his breath.
The mama rolls her eyes as the steam shoots from her ears. She decides to use reason and guilt on the child. "i have been working all day and the least that you can do is help with the things I ask of you," she says with disdain.
"Awe, mom, it's my summer vacation. I'm supposed to have fun.I got that job like you told me. That's going to eat up all of my free time," he whines.
"Free time? What is that? I haven't seen that in twenty something years," with guilt's force great with this mama..
"I'll do it in a minute,mom.I promise" he responds.
"Fine, when it is done you can have your phone back."
Like a cannon he shoots out of the chair, quick to his tasks, and back again. He picked up his socks,watered the flowers, and swept the deck too. This fine teenager even picked a rose for his mama and made dinner for us all. I have always said the phone is a fantastic piece of technology!
|Bowling is not my forte, but I try! It is an awesome sport that gathers friends and family. I truthfully enjoy the social time more than the sport but I do take my score to heart. I change things up if something isn't working and listen to the advice of seasoned bowlers. My youngest son is incredible and he doesn't even act like he is embarrassed to bowl with his pitiful parents. I will hit the lanes when anyone asks.
|So my Boys,husband and youngest son. are home from summer camp with the Scouts. I had forgotten how the stench of outdoor little boy scent permeates the air. I about fell over when they entered.They had a good time but I may have to leave for a week until the house airs out. You would think being out in the fresh air would leave a fragrant aroma from the flowers and sweet grass. However, it is an overpowering sweaty scent of body odor, smelly sock, butt fungus, and mildew rolled into one that now resides in my home. Even after bathing the smell lingers like an invading muskrat.