Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
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Every Memory

By: Brett R. Crabrooke




 
Well, there were flowers outside
For sale,
And we moved amidst them, inhaling,
Stealing their perfume
As the bees did: this was something my
Uncle couldn’t save,
But he still has his unicorn in the cooler,
If you know what I mean,
As my grandfather was in his grave:
And the children who should have
Been to school,
Waited underneath the overpass where
The waves yet echoed:
And in those feral voices, a song-
The memories of sirens saturated there,
And the bells and the lips
Of naiads in their hurricanes-
So the secret orchestras were sung in the
Graffiti’s of their overcast cathedrals,
And at night at home
Sports continued being played- the
Gardens whispered,
And the family prayed- but through the daylight
Desires continued- streaking, foaming,
And answering- vibrations from extending
Shadows- going to brush their lovers
Across the sea- while in their classrooms
The lost girls forgot every memory they cared to
Keep of me.

Brett R. Crabrooke
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Daily Quote: What is our family?
We touch our full hearts and see ourselves
reflected whole in each other's eyes.
- Mary Anne Radmacher

Linguist Corner-FRENCH: jeter un coup d'oeil
English translation: to glance
Part of speech: verb
Example:
French: Souvent les enfants se lèvent pendant la nuit de Noël pour jeter un coup d'oeil et tenter d'apercevoir le Père Noël.
English: Often children wake up during Christmas Eve to peek and try to see Santa Claus.

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Through Thick and Thin
By: Butch Phillipps
Caring and loving from deep within,
Always there through thick and thin.
Encouraging you to be yourself,
Knows you better than anyone else.

..

No need for you to be on guard,
Here you will never be barred.
No matter how long it has been,
Greeted as if always seen.

..

In your youth it's easy to forget,
Don't do things you may regret.
Both love and hate are at times blind,
Being around family clears your mind.

..

Preventing you from many a vice,
Counsel they give may not be nice.
Advice given is always good,
May take awhile to be understood.

..

No matter what you do or say,
Supporting you always every day.
Don't ever take them for granted,
Their opinion will not be slanted.

..

Love like this you will only find,
When you have a family you call mine.
Time with them is always well spent,
Respect and love are ever present.

..

Joyous memories being debated,
As new ones are being created.
Reminiscing about the past,
Wishing it would forever last.

..

Just remember and never forget,
Unconditional love is what you get.
Always there through thick and thin,
Caring and loving from deep within.

..

Butch Phillipps. copyright © 2011 -all rights reserved



Daily Quote: Happiness depends more on the inward disposition of mind,
than on outward circumstances.
- Benjamin Franklin

Linguist Corner-SPANISH: vela: noun / candle
- la gran cena a la luz de las velas en su honor
the candlelit gala dinner in his honor

It also means when you can’t get to sleep.

- Pasábamos las noches en vela, platicando hasta el amanecer.
We would stay up all night, chatting till dawn.

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Christmas Long Ago
By: Jo Geis



Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
Sound of sleigh bells in the snow,
That was Christmas long ago.

Tykes on sleds and shouts of glee,
Icy-window filigree,
Sugarplums and candle glow,
Part of Christmas long ago.

Footsteps stealthy on the stair,
Sweet-voiced carols in the air,
Stocking hanging in a row,
Tell of Christmas long ago.

Starry nights so still and blue,
Good friends calling out to you,
Life, so fact, will always slow...
For dreams of Christmas long ago.

Jo Geis

Daily Quote: Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
- Rabindranath Tagore

Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: pomeriggio: afternoon / noun
Example sentence: Il sabato pomeriggio l'ambulatorio resterà chiuso.
Translation: On Saturday afternoons the outpatient clinic is closed.


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I Thought I Knew A Thing Or Two of Beauty
By: Nicholas Gordon


I thought I knew a thing or two of beauty:
I've known your love since I was hours old.
But now I bear myself the awesome duty
That love turns into joy, and joy to gold.
How precious to experience your pleasure!
To be on both sides of the deep-felt glance;
To know so well the moment's gift full measure;
To be both lead and partner in that dance.
No child can be but grateful for her children
When loved so well as to know well to love.
No mother can but hope her prudent passion
Will move a heart to move as her heart moved.
The love you felt for me I now can feel,
Which makes it not more lovely but more real.


Nicholas Gordon



I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~Abraham Lincoln
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The Empty Nest
By: Lynne B. Glover


I see a squirrel building his nest.
In his life he has but one quest.
To build that nest as sturdy as can be,
So nothing can dislodge it from that tree.

Mother squirrel is satisfied as she inspects his work,
Pleased, she gives him an acorn as one of his perks.
He built this nest with love and care,
Now completed, with his family he'll share.

I watch as this family begins to progress,
Then the little ones come out to assess.
All parties have approved of this new place,
It was built by their father with loads of space.

The family has left; the nest is now void,
A place called home that they really enjoyed.
The empty nest syndrome is with my friend with the bushy hair,
I know how sad he feels, I've already been there.


Lynne B. Glover
copyright2008 Lynn B Glover
Lynn Glover



The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
~Thomas Jefferson

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Eastern Star

A thousand miles and more - away,
your presence is felt here.
Pictures of you on walls - display,
in this home that you used to stir.

The virtual conversations in cyberspace,
not a mouse click away.
Fills this longing for your avid grace,
sweet laughter brought to stay.

Your million different tasks await,
secluded offices under the desert sun.
Cool precision of your meticulous state,
never fails your industrious reasons.

Missing you here - so far,
with absent tangible kisses and embrace.
My dear sister of the Eastern star,
I send you health and brilliant diamonds - glaze!

Lorenzo Bernardino, MD
aka "Zorlone"
Zorlone



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