Last Commented Family Poems (502)

I posted my first video on facebook last week
It was my brother and sister on Christmas day around 1965
I don't know for sure, just guessing at their ages
We had some old reel to reel filmstrips coverted to vhs in 2000
I converted them to dvd just last week
Then I converted them to digital this week
I put off getting the cell phone till the beginning of this month
Now I have my dad spilling my brother out in a red wagon
My family hanging out with their 1965 cars
And my last pic was of me laughing at a TV show around 1973
The pics I saw at the craft fair were different
They were hand drawn pictures of animals like deer and cardinals on real leaves
I didn't buy any
But I did buy a brownie

She sits alone in her own little home
Waiting for the doorbell to ring
There are photos on the wall that she can recall
All the wonderful memories they do bring
There’s a teapot on the table with a cosy named mable
With a plate of homemade cookies to the side
There’s a warmth in this home and even though she’s alone
She has no reason to hide
There’s a hairy old cat that she loves to have a chat
Keeps her company through and through
But it’s the ring of the bell she knows to well
That will lift her spirits new…….

*W*hen children are born it's a wonderous thing.
*H*earing it's cry opens mothering love.
*E*very new heartbeat reminds us of spring.
*N*ew life, new hope from creator above.

*A*nyone being there, around this place

*C*herishes memories, stores more to last.
*H*oarding the smile of an innocent face,
*I*nter-relating with memories past.
*L*earning to know a wind-grin from a smile
*D*eepens the contact and makes us feel great.

*I*n these deep moments we all have a while
*S*miling and cooing to try and translate.

*B*ut all the laughter and joy that we know
*O*pens in us 'cause a child made it so.
*R*ight at the start when it made our heart sing,
*N*obody questioned this feeling of love

*I*f we looked closer it would make our heads ring
*T*o know what a treasure we've got from above.

*I*n wiser moments, that sweet little face
*S*orts our soul-searching, erases our past.

*A*ll of our failings will go to a place,

*M*ended by one little smile that is vast.
*I*n one split second they cure us of bile,
*R*ages are buried and anger can wait.
*A*fter a while we just echo that smile,
*C*ured and forgetting all thought that was hate.
*L*et us give thanks for this wonder, and know
*E*very miracle child helps us grow.

When my gran died we all cried
For an era had certainly passed
My grandfathers legacy of her war pension home
Was now out of my mothers grasp
Bequeathed to be Sold
The words may somehow have read
To be shared with her only sibling
Whose life was way better than led
But my mothers resolve was always guided
By the one she adored the most
Her faith led to a fisherman's shack
A mere five minute walk to the coast
Where her love for the sea
Did reveal and heal the scars of past
With daily walks and her cigarettes
An irony of years she would last
But it was the shack that blessed her twilight years
And gave her so much joy
Perched on the side of a hill
It looked almost coy
Amidst a stand of huge Pines
And the odd Eucalypt or two
A giant Jacaranda leered
For all passing by to view
A home for all the possums
And any other critters passing by
The notes from her piano
Would soothe my mothers sigh.........

I took the drive to Lancaster
It is a 15 mile drive
To where I thought my Mom was
An old folks home
On the way I saw a turkey vulture
They're big birds!
What an omen
As the only place I had ever seen one on the side of the road
Was on the way to Muscoda
The nurse told me she wasn't there
I should call my sister
My sister said they hid Mom at another place so she didn't have to go
The police offered no support
Saying it was out of their hands
So she is free from that hell for now
I'm glad of that
But for how long?

This is the time of year,
That most people love!
May it be so, every day of the year
Cos its when we wish everyone!

Let's all be like children!
Children of one mighty God!
Greeting and smiling away
Sorrow or hatred, strife and pain!

Let's have all this positivity
Right throughout the year!
When we will hold all close
To our hearts, in truthness!

Help us God to perfection.
To be Your perfect children!
Make You happy as Jesus did!
So let's Pray ''God bless us ALL"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

friends hear me now and hear my plea
I've wintered long in fields of sea
I've fought and fight against the wind
I've seen both poles and seen them twinned

yet all things to come and those before
are just footfalls outside the door
and though each heart has a promised land
the strongest castle is made of sand

I saw her first in a time of toil
when the path to peace fell away to soil
and her blue eyes did call me home
before I knew that word I used to roam

over half built streets of the mind and soul
when the blackest hearts did mine for coal
yet hear me now I must command
the tallest walls are made of sand

and so we move from port to port
finding love and trial and work and sport
and the grains that are part of the whole
are but a sprat amongst the shoal

so live with more than sums of part
and build a new and fearsome heart
yet be aware of where you stand
that every castle is made of sand

I call for my mother
Crying, shouting frozen in place

Its dark, no one answers
I’m scared, I need help

I see my father
Next to me

He fills the bed
His back towards me

I can smell him
Hairy broad

This comforts me
I feel safe

I am awake
Not scared anymore

I got a call from my mom
Three of them
I was out trying to watch the sun set
I couldn't because clouds were near the horizon
I couldn't get a hold of her
I went the next day to see what she needed
Money
I knew where the money she had went
Her grandson had gobbled it all up
The drugs, the cigarettes, fast food every day, trips all over
She loves her grandson
Enough to exclude all the rest of her kids, grandchildren, and great grandchildren
I don't know how long she can keep it up
Are there loans against the house?
How far in debt is she really?
There are plenty like her in the same situation
I call it stealing
Others might call it elder abuse
Either way, it sucks, big time!