Choices

My children have far exceeded my dreams for them.
They are talented, smart, savy, and go-getters.
They travel to my dream spots.
They have familiar traits that I faintly recognize.

Lately, I have felt like a went-went.
Used up, tossed aside like an old rag-doll who everyone has outgrown or out loved.
Yet, there is still something deep with in me that urges me forward.
I move. I stir. I do.

The old boy wants to remain a bachelor.
I will not fight him on that choice.
It is not for me to fight for or against.
It just is.
He does not let me into his life.
What is that all about?

I will not live through him nor my children nor grandchildren.
Those choices would all be easier than to choose to live for myself.
So, for now, I retreat into my safe spots. I will come out after I have rested, regrouped and played with the puzzle pieces of my life.

Jabberings

Bevira is the combination of two of my married friends' names.

At first glance, it looks like a new strain of virus.

Or then again, it could be a sign of their close relationship.

It could be prompted by cleverness.

It could be expedient, a type of shorthand.

It could be anything.

For sure, the exercise of combining the names of two lovebirds is enticing.

Justin and Barb = JuBara,

Cat and Brad = CatBra

Sandy and David = Sandda

Matt and Kristen = Krismatt

Oh, this is fun!!!!!

ISLAND CHILD

I am an Island Child , a blessed child, raised in the sun.
Yet shaded from the blistering rays of the noonday sun.
The palm trees sway where I play.
The tropical breezes whisper as I pray.
The sand stays in my hair and between my toes.
And so that is how my day goes, that is how my life goes,
Here on the sparkling shores west of the Azores.

Someday soon, if Mommy and Daddy are not done,
Brothers and sisters will share my fun.
Whether following the footprints of love or treading over a lost treasure trove,
We will grow and learn and dream on our island of love.

Birthday Candle Glow

Happy Birthday, oh daughter of mine!

When and where are we going to dine?

Being together will be better than fine.

Whether at six, seven, eight or nine.

The time, place and date are yours to set

For me, I will be there, your bottom dollar, to bet,

Today, tomorrow, morning, noon or night

We will be together in the glow of your birthday candle light.

Oh, Cathy, my first born,

You are now "Cat" and so complete.

You don't need me anymore for your secrets to keep.

You are in my heart and will be forever more

But the question is "am I in your heart any more?"

Oh, that doesn't matter, I don't matter,

Your new life is all that matters

I am supposed to understand,

But I don't understand your cold , cold , heart.

You think your child will always love you or at least respect you

but as Dr Phil says your behavior towards me will turn and bite you in your butt.

You can't hate anyone and have love

That is not how it works

You are either pregnant or not

There is no in-between

Just like love.