*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!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
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
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.
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
delicious!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
fervor
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.
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.
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