New and fresh, smells so sweet
Soft and gentle, innocent it seems.
Days of birth are happy times, times of giggles
Laughter and nursery rhymes.
Than comes teens with difficulties galore
Mom and dad screaming and slamming the door
Misunderstandings and tears it brings
Along with growing and learning things.
Finally it comes though I thought it never would
Confident and sure I’ve reached adulthood.
I enjoy my new life with its wisdom and fun
Only to learn it was short, it’s almost done!
Just when I thought I knew it all
Along comes old age and a great pitfall.
I don’t see things like I used to see
Where did life go? How can this be?
Life is short, but can be sweet
Live every day with love and belief.
Raise great kids and carry them through
Before you know it, they’ll carry you.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Blind Date
This is the true story of my parent's first date. They are truly a match made in Heaven... a perfect balance. She wrote this today and I absolutely love it!
The Blind Date...
Well, she told me he was great and used such adjectives to describe his talents that I thought, “Surely, if he is in his right mind, he would never ask me for a date!”
What is the problem? Can this be? Why would someone so handsome and debonair desire a date with me?
I saw by his picture that he was someone to be desired, but did some other mysterious problem lie behind this elegant disguise?
His eyes were to “die for” and that handsome little smile I am sure he was his mother’s favorite… and the envy of all the other guys.
Is he short? Does he studder? Does he have no teeth? Surely something is amiss if he has asked you a date for him to seek.
I will take a chance. I am sure I will not like him. Why, with all his boastful talents his ego seems pretty frightful.
Seven o’clock came and I waited patiently, pondering if I was smart to agree to such a thing.
When there he appeared at the door just as we had planned, but something special caught my eye and I must admit it was truly grand.
In place of a grand entry, he stumbled instead… trying to maintain his composure, his face a crimson red!
Ahhh… I said.
Why, this is no egotistical snob as I supposed he would be, he is just a real person… just the one for me!
I saw in that very moment, a destiny it seems. This is the one I want… perhaps for all eternity.
I cannot explain it… it is silly it seems. But in a fleeting moment I had to grasp what was meant to be.
Yes, I was young and I know we had only just met.
But this would be one of the moments that I would never regret.
What I saw that night is hard to describe, but this beautiful person was truly hiding in disguise.
Beneath that façade lay a heart of gold… one who loved little children and had respect for those that were old.
He cared about the poor and could mingle with the rich… he truly has a talent; no I would call it a gift.
It proved to be true and it’s been 42 years you see, since my Prince Charming stumbled into my heart..
Stumbling time was over
and we moved on to greater parts.
There came four children and a menagerie of pets
Lots of fun with heartaches, but never any regrets.
Some things in life just happen, but you must be willing to take a risk
Even when you can’t figure out every little bit.
You have to go with the moment and don’t let it pass you by.
You’ll never know what you miss, if you don’t give it a try.
The Blind Date...
Well, she told me he was great and used such adjectives to describe his talents that I thought, “Surely, if he is in his right mind, he would never ask me for a date!”
What is the problem? Can this be? Why would someone so handsome and debonair desire a date with me?
I saw by his picture that he was someone to be desired, but did some other mysterious problem lie behind this elegant disguise?
His eyes were to “die for” and that handsome little smile I am sure he was his mother’s favorite… and the envy of all the other guys.
Is he short? Does he studder? Does he have no teeth? Surely something is amiss if he has asked you a date for him to seek.
I will take a chance. I am sure I will not like him. Why, with all his boastful talents his ego seems pretty frightful.
Seven o’clock came and I waited patiently, pondering if I was smart to agree to such a thing.
When there he appeared at the door just as we had planned, but something special caught my eye and I must admit it was truly grand.
In place of a grand entry, he stumbled instead… trying to maintain his composure, his face a crimson red!
Ahhh… I said.
Why, this is no egotistical snob as I supposed he would be, he is just a real person… just the one for me!
I saw in that very moment, a destiny it seems. This is the one I want… perhaps for all eternity.
I cannot explain it… it is silly it seems. But in a fleeting moment I had to grasp what was meant to be.
Yes, I was young and I know we had only just met.
But this would be one of the moments that I would never regret.
What I saw that night is hard to describe, but this beautiful person was truly hiding in disguise.
Beneath that façade lay a heart of gold… one who loved little children and had respect for those that were old.
He cared about the poor and could mingle with the rich… he truly has a talent; no I would call it a gift.
It proved to be true and it’s been 42 years you see, since my Prince Charming stumbled into my heart..
Stumbling time was over
and we moved on to greater parts.
There came four children and a menagerie of pets
Lots of fun with heartaches, but never any regrets.
Some things in life just happen, but you must be willing to take a risk
Even when you can’t figure out every little bit.
You have to go with the moment and don’t let it pass you by.
You’ll never know what you miss, if you don’t give it a try.
Friday, February 13, 2009
As Far As I Can See
Just imagine if you will
What life would be like
If we could be still
Just who we imagined that we could be
Instead of turning out like you see.
Well, a princess is what I would choose
With royal robes and servants to boot!
Why the palace so regal with windows so high
I would have to hire someone who could fly.
To clean every crevice and entryway hall
Oh it would be grand, I’d have a ball!
I would eat caviar and drink wine to excess
And would never do a dish and would make such a mess.
There would be someone to bathe me and fix up my hair
I would be so giddy and wouldn’t have a care.
My dreams would never end and happy ever after I’d be
Because my imagination can take me as far as I can see.
What life would be like
If we could be still
Just who we imagined that we could be
Instead of turning out like you see.
Well, a princess is what I would choose
With royal robes and servants to boot!
Why the palace so regal with windows so high
I would have to hire someone who could fly.
To clean every crevice and entryway hall
Oh it would be grand, I’d have a ball!
I would eat caviar and drink wine to excess
And would never do a dish and would make such a mess.
There would be someone to bathe me and fix up my hair
I would be so giddy and wouldn’t have a care.
My dreams would never end and happy ever after I’d be
Because my imagination can take me as far as I can see.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Past Scents
Today I caught a whiff of somewhere long ago
A familiar scent of some place I use to go.
It brought a warm feeling
That flowed over me
I could see myself somewhere else
I could sense a place I use to be.
Maybe the seashore on a warm balmy day
High above the cliffs where I use to play.
It flooded me with memories of days and happy times
With me and my family all out in the sunshine
Mom and dad were fishing while we all played along
Tossing rocks and skipping, so carefree and strong.
Scents are wonderful things to take us to the past
Where we can relive moments that we wish could ever last.
A familiar scent of some place I use to go.
It brought a warm feeling
That flowed over me
I could see myself somewhere else
I could sense a place I use to be.
Maybe the seashore on a warm balmy day
High above the cliffs where I use to play.
It flooded me with memories of days and happy times
With me and my family all out in the sunshine
Mom and dad were fishing while we all played along
Tossing rocks and skipping, so carefree and strong.
Scents are wonderful things to take us to the past
Where we can relive moments that we wish could ever last.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Tribute to Hazel Chilton
Today is actually my birthday so I feel really sentimental... I wanted to share this tribute to my grandmother that Mom wrote last year. We miss her terribly. She was so funny and so full of life!
I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY
I thought of you today, mom
When I saw the flowers blooming so
It made me think of you from days not so long ago.
I remembered how you loved them and tended them with care
It makes me sad in a way
How I wish you were here!
I see your smile and patient way that only you could give
Those are things money cannot buy
You showed us how to live
Your life was one of simplicity that loved the little things
You were thankful in so many ways for all
That life could bring.
Complaining was not your plight
Though circumstances could demand
You chose rather praise and good deeds were in your hand!
You always brought us laughter, fun times and
Goodies to eat.
It was in your little house we’d gather….such a royal retreat.
Though your face I cannot see today your memory runs clear
Someone I shall never forget someone who is so dear!
Tribute to Hazel C. Chilton – Born 1-07-22
Lived a rich, full, wonderful life until 5-12-07
Leaves a legacy of love to, Michael, Delaine and Suzanne, her grandchildren, great grand children and one little great, great grand child.
I THOUGHT OF YOU TODAY
I thought of you today, mom
When I saw the flowers blooming so
It made me think of you from days not so long ago.
I remembered how you loved them and tended them with care
It makes me sad in a way
How I wish you were here!
I see your smile and patient way that only you could give
Those are things money cannot buy
You showed us how to live
Your life was one of simplicity that loved the little things
You were thankful in so many ways for all
That life could bring.
Complaining was not your plight
Though circumstances could demand
You chose rather praise and good deeds were in your hand!
You always brought us laughter, fun times and
Goodies to eat.
It was in your little house we’d gather….such a royal retreat.
Though your face I cannot see today your memory runs clear
Someone I shall never forget someone who is so dear!
Tribute to Hazel C. Chilton – Born 1-07-22
Lived a rich, full, wonderful life until 5-12-07
Leaves a legacy of love to, Michael, Delaine and Suzanne, her grandchildren, great grand children and one little great, great grand child.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
To Go Free
How did I get here? When did it start?
Time is fleeting, like a dart.
I was alone and then it appeared
Just as a sunrise so predictable and clear
It came as a wind so quiet and still
I hardly noticed…
How do I get out of here?
It’s like a web, spun so fine
I can’t find the beginning nor the line.
How did it start, what did I say?
I didn’t mean it… that was yesterday.
I thought I was safe, I thought no one knew
But then there it was in plain view.
Just like the headlines, blaring at me
On the front page for everyone to see.
It’s the deceiver who deceived
He made me do it and now it’s conceived.
No, it wasn’t. I must admit.
It’s my own ambition that gave me the slip.
I thought big thoughts only for me…not thinking of others
Or what things should be.
Father, forgive me….take it away..it is my sin…I must pay.
No, He says, give it to me..
I’ll make nothing of it for you see…
I gave my best so you could be
The one who does wrong ...but gets to go free.
Time is fleeting, like a dart.
I was alone and then it appeared
Just as a sunrise so predictable and clear
It came as a wind so quiet and still
I hardly noticed…
How do I get out of here?
It’s like a web, spun so fine
I can’t find the beginning nor the line.
How did it start, what did I say?
I didn’t mean it… that was yesterday.
I thought I was safe, I thought no one knew
But then there it was in plain view.
Just like the headlines, blaring at me
On the front page for everyone to see.
It’s the deceiver who deceived
He made me do it and now it’s conceived.
No, it wasn’t. I must admit.
It’s my own ambition that gave me the slip.
I thought big thoughts only for me…not thinking of others
Or what things should be.
Father, forgive me….take it away..it is my sin…I must pay.
No, He says, give it to me..
I’ll make nothing of it for you see…
I gave my best so you could be
The one who does wrong ...but gets to go free.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Fool's Lament
In the shadows of a lonely night
I clung to my pillow
And fled the light.
The pain was too deep my sorrow to sore
No one could help me open the door
Leave me alone, let me be
I want my pity, just pity me.
I am alone and no other can share
For no one knows the pain I bear.
By intruders I am captured, my soul is enslaved
I am a prisoner of my own doing
I have dug my own grave.
Here I will lie till destiny calls
To a deep dark crevice
Of hell’s great walls
To live out eternity forever to die
Among those who were as foolish as I.
Author: Suzanne M.
I clung to my pillow
And fled the light.
The pain was too deep my sorrow to sore
No one could help me open the door
Leave me alone, let me be
I want my pity, just pity me.
I am alone and no other can share
For no one knows the pain I bear.
By intruders I am captured, my soul is enslaved
I am a prisoner of my own doing
I have dug my own grave.
Here I will lie till destiny calls
To a deep dark crevice
Of hell’s great walls
To live out eternity forever to die
Among those who were as foolish as I.
Author: Suzanne M.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
A Place I Can Go
There is a place that I can go
A place that no one else knows.
A place for me, it is all mine
Things done there no one will find.
I can travel far or just stay near
It is all silent, no one can hear.
Where is this place, a haven you see?
It is in my mind, it is the real me.
It is here that I soar
And climb mountain tops high.
I fight my own battles
It is here that I cry.
I am not ashamed for no one else knows
Who I really am or where I really go.
Who are we really or do we know
They say it is when you are alone that your real self shows.
Author: Suzanne M.
A place that no one else knows.
A place for me, it is all mine
Things done there no one will find.
I can travel far or just stay near
It is all silent, no one can hear.
Where is this place, a haven you see?
It is in my mind, it is the real me.
It is here that I soar
And climb mountain tops high.
I fight my own battles
It is here that I cry.
I am not ashamed for no one else knows
Who I really am or where I really go.
Who are we really or do we know
They say it is when you are alone that your real self shows.
Author: Suzanne M.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Father Time
Emerging from the shadows a stately form appears
From out of the darkness into the hemisphere.
With a long flowing robe and a great staff he stands
We cannot cease his coming though sometimes we do command.
His presence is always with us and carries on through the years
He marks our days and watches
Marching on to eternity.
Keeping tabs of every moment
Trying to catch us in our tracks.
He is Father Time and we must keep moving and not fall into his grasp.
He came in days of youth when we were young and knew no cares
And stayed throughout the ages till old age did appear.
It is he who will one day catch us and send us from here
Ever, ever marching, marching forward in despair.
Author: Suzanne M.
From out of the darkness into the hemisphere.
With a long flowing robe and a great staff he stands
We cannot cease his coming though sometimes we do command.
His presence is always with us and carries on through the years
He marks our days and watches
Marching on to eternity.
Keeping tabs of every moment
Trying to catch us in our tracks.
He is Father Time and we must keep moving and not fall into his grasp.
He came in days of youth when we were young and knew no cares
And stayed throughout the ages till old age did appear.
It is he who will one day catch us and send us from here
Ever, ever marching, marching forward in despair.
Author: Suzanne M.
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