Vietnam Veterans Memorial

A nation’s sorrow
Now visible
Never forget
So great a sorrow

Inspired by Laura Purdie Salas (15 Words or Less)

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Welcome Little One

Not an easy entrance
But with a little grace
Safe

Not expected so soon
But with a little grace
Perfect

Not home yet
But with a little grace
Soon

Last week I got the news that my niece, who was expecting her second child in June, was admitted to the hospital. It was likely she would be there, on strict bed rest, until the birth of the baby. We didn’t know it would be so soon. On Sunday, the doctor decided it was time to deliver the baby, even though it was ten weeks early. Waiting would be dangerous for the health of mother and baby. At 11:03 the sweet baby was born, weighing 3 pounds 10 ounces and 16 inches long. She will spend weeks in the NICU, but she is breathing on her own, has 10 little fingers and 10 little toes- perfect. Her mama is doing well, too. Her family can hardly wait to see her. By the way, her middle name is Grace.

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SOLSC Poem: 2019 Version

SOLSC!! The Spark Sparked! A Great Beginning,
March Morning

News? A Perfect Cappuccino, A Good Book

Third Birthday Already, The Queen’s 95th-
Too Old Too Soon, She’s a Grownup

You Never Know, Change of Heart-
Such a Long Week, It’s Getting Late

Friends, A Day with My Peeps, Movie Day,
Feliz St. Patrick’s Day

The Dog? First Walkie, Doggone It
Two Small Birds…Enchanting

Are You a Tweeter?

Time Travel, Funny License Plates

March Morning, What Season Is It?
Spring Equations= Soggy Saturday, Sunny Sunday

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Soggy Saturday, Sunny Sunday

Soggy Saturday,
Perfect for snoozing
But the errands
Must get done even if
I end up
Soaked and sopping wet

Sunny Sunday
Hop out of bed for
Eggs sunnyside up
And get to church
To share in
Faith-filled fellowship

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Time Travel

A news feature about “time travel” sent me back in time. A couple was reunited with the husband’s prized Corvette that was stolen just months after they got married nearly 50 years ago. No, my hubby didn’t have a Corvette when we got married- we had to borrow a car for our honeymoon! Our first car was a Rambler Rebel that his first Sargent from the aircraft radio repair shop he worked in as an Airman at Moody Air Force Base sold to us for $1. No kidding. The same car Sgt. Harrelson “This ain’t no resort, I didn’t take you to raise” repaired for a fee of a plate of brownies when the timing chain and gear went out. By the way, in spite of his favorite saying, the Sargent contributed to the “raising” of many young airmen, teaching them a work ethic that would serve them well throughout adult life.

The wife on the news joked she used to say her husband set up the whole thing so she would never get to drive the Corvette. I remembered how my husband was always the driver wherever we were going in the early days of our marriage.

One of the pieces of evidence used to prove the Corvette belonged to them was a snapshot of the two of them posing by the car. It was that photo that sent me back in time because I have one just like it. The husband was wearing a pair of plaid pants much like my hubby had back in the day. So cool. They were standing beside the car, he with his arm around her waist. The exact pose we took in our picture.  The brilliant smiles of young love and pride of car ownership (no matter theirs was a Corvette, ours a Rambler)- the happiness is as clear in the photos as the physical objects and people are.

That happiness has me smiling today. Time travel. We should all take that trip to a happy place from time to time.

 

 

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You Never Know

I had dinner tonight with a group of friends. We all have been teachers in my district, though several are retired now. We worked in different schools. We first started getting together for coffee after school years ago to share teaching ideas and talk about school. Through the years it has become more of a social get together, and we meet for coffee one month and dinner the next.We do still talk about school, but there is more talk about grandchildren than students now. Tonight the conversation took a different turn. One in our group shared a very personal struggle. And I was reminded how we just never know what others may be dealing with. We really need each other as friends to listen and care.

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It’s Getting Late

It’s getting late
And I haven’t written anything

It’s getting late
The day was full

It’s getting late
I need to write

It’s getting late
I don’t know what to say

It’s getting late
What did I notice today?

It’s getting late
I didn’t think like a writer

It’s getting late
I can’t wait much longer

It’s getting late
I guess this is it

It’s getting late
I’ll be a writer tomorrow

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