A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference.

- Winnie the Pooh

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Tired and tireder

*sigh* Steven has been having nightmares for almost 10 days now, and is often walking in his sleep. I am a light sleeper, and so I am awake while he is thrashing and moaning- then I have been quietly directing him back to bed after he wanders around the house. Some of the things he says are hurtful, but I know he isn't responsible for what he is saying. It is his unconscious. Still hurts though. And that is all I can think of to write. LOL I am too tired to think, I think!

Thursday, May 19, 2011

She's 24 today

Happy Birthday to you, my darling daughter. May the day be filled with as much love, joy, and laughter as you have brought into our family.

I love you greatly- Mom

Monday, May 9, 2011

Drama Mama

a new day a new daughter
has been born
tired of the blather and bother
I am turning out the light
on an old and useless wish
cardboard cutout
and one dimensional
is obviously good enough
for me.

Monday, May 2, 2011

No more facebook

Too much drama for me. I will stick to my blogs, thank you very much! Ciao for now!!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

from the oven

from the oven

by Gina Vance on Wednesday, April 27, 2011 at 7:26pm

the aroma of roasted turkey

filling the house awoke buried

memories from a long-ago

little girls heart today

they seem to go hand in hand

with cranberry-jelly-belly-laughs

and bread and butter dialogues

singing around the kitchen table

lemon meringue pie and coffee

strong and black

there is a sense of holiday

and a hunger for yesterday

as my nose takes me on this journey

to happy childhood days

my Papa in his white undershirt

cigarette smoke (menthol flavored)

lingers there mingling with the scent of sweat

and a talcum powdered bosom

Grams rose scented perfume smelled

like heaven and home to me

I see them in my minds' eye

love written on every wrinkle and gray hair...

what a lovely feast of heart

to nibble on and cherish

as I finish up these dishes


Tuesday, April 26, 2011


reverent whispers fill the hallway

see them tip-toe as they gather

as they gather at the river

on a Sunday afternoon

babies crying tempers heating

fans moving to and fro

create breezes for the flies to enjoy

little boys picking boogers

little girls squirming

hot sweaty thighs stuck

on those old wooden pews

trees strung with moss and antiquity

and the asphalt in the parking-lot

fries eggs and bare feet in the shade

hymns are sung and prayers released

too heavy with humidity and guilt to fly

up and out to heaven or down to hell

relief in the form of a shouted "Hallelujah"

ejaculation for the soul? I've always wondered

as my mind wanders in and out of holy byways

into yesterday's sin.

Amen Brothers and Sisters. Amen.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Today (a poem)

The sun is struggling to stay afloat
in the ocean of clouds that fill the sky
It is a wonder to watch the play
of light and dark as shadows wander
through the garden and yard
The trees are shrugging off their winter's cloak
the wind is whispering thoughts of spring
of green and growing things-
I hear chickadees singing and laughing
preparing for nests and bird love
while I sit here with my coffee
watching the day glide by me
dreaming of sunshine and warmth.