September 21, 2010

One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you’d ride a worm to school. The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool. A crumb of cake would be a feast And last you seven days at least, A flea would be a frightening beast If you were one inch tall. If you were only one inch tall, you’d walk beneath the door, And it would take about a month to get down to the store. A bit of fluff would be your bed, You’d swing upon a spider’s thread, And wear a thimble on your head If you were one inch tall. You’d surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn’t hug your mama, you’d just have to hug her thumb. You’d run from people’s feet in fright, To move a pen would take all night, (This poem took fourteen years to write– ‘Cause I’m just one inch tall). by Shel Silverstein Lily
August 5, 2010

The Forgotten Mother

A gray old woman sits all alone Unloved, uncherished and unknown. Sitting beside her broken door. Dreaming of days past long ago, When children played about her knee Filling the air with childish glee, Tended by her with loving care. Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer. But now they have gone, each to his life A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife, Forgetful are they of her who sits here Silently wiping a tricking tear, For striving for things in a life so brief Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief. But does she upbraid them in word or in mind. Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind. She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown This poor old mother who sits alone. RUBY LATIMER EDWARDS Silvie
June 23, 2010

Birthdays

Birthdays are special days. This week one of my very best friends is celebrating their 40th Birthday. I promise I put a lot more effort into her Birthday cake than this one in the picture. Her fiance asked me if I would bake her a cake if he organized the party. Fair enough, I love to bake anyhow so it was a good deal. I told him the Birthday spankings were his responsibility also. Happy Birthday to all of the June birthday abies and dl’s out there. Mommy Scarlet
April 27, 2010

I Like Being A Woman

I like being a Woman. Why? I can cry. I can hug. I can talk to friends I can be soft. I can be strong. I can wear my heart on my sleeve. I can smell pretty. I can sweat. I can take joy in the feel of cashmere. I can romp around in jeans. I can cook. I can not feel like cooking. I can get teary eyed over a movie. I can defend what is right. I can help others. I can offer a hand to a child. I can wear my hair up. I can let it flow loosely in the wind. I can wear long flowing skirts in the summer. I can walk barefoot in the grass. I can paint my nails lovely colors. I can use my hands to fix and mend. I can take pleasure in the richness of lipstick. I can know who I am without lipstick. I can be insecure. I can be most confident. I can revel in a bubble bath. I can check my own oil. I can take pleasure in feeling feminine. I can take pleasure in feeling masculine. I can exercise my right to vote. I can stand up and make a difference. I can create- a poem, a book, a song…. and LIFE. © Ellen M. DuBois Lily