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Thursday, October 25, 2007

My 91 1/2 yr. old Grandma lives next door to us...my mom is helping her more often these days. This was poem she wrote for me when I was between 10-12 years old.

Dreamt Beth wrote this poem for me:

Grandmas house is special;
She gives us treats in a pretty bowl.
She pulls out the couch to make us a hidey hole.
She only says, "Be careful don't hurt yourself,"
when we act like animals in the hungle and get tired
so we need to rest, she sits on the couch and reads us
books by the bundle.
At Grandma's house there are so many things to do.
I'd like to go there everyday,
She has lots of toys and games to play.
But mommie says, "No way--
You have things to do at home
study your lessons
or play with Kari,
practice the piano, do not tarry!
Pick up the toys or clean your room,
Daddy will be home soon.
But on Sunday, even in the winter,
we go to Grandma's house for dinner."

Sunday, October 14, 2007

dreamt in movies
rounding explosions
galloping thru puddles
in summer skirts
finding exhaustion speaking
with nighttime songs

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

because i woke up vertigo-ed tuesday morning

monkey see

what i hear
early morning fall
hard crunchies
bu m p in g
walk on by

what i see
9 year old girl guitar
against Japanese screens
embroidaried with midnight
halloween hair

Slate blue Kuan Jin
whispering brushes of
gentle is
as gentle does
while dreaming
up up and away
of sweetened
candy coffee

knowing how
my brain
as soon
snap! as

I stand

Monday, October 01, 2007

after schooltime

once upon a time
whose fairytale
told was
Arthur and chocolate milk
now is
riding bikes downtown
and saving backyard animals
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild

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