A Picture of Life

I'm going to paint for you today
mountains tall and grass of green
fluffy white clouds and sky that never ends
lake water so clear you think it's glass

I'm going to paint for you today
little birdies pecking seeds from the ground
squirrels upside down on the bird feeder
flowers of yellow and red blooming

I'm going to paint for you today
rocking chairs of white on a gray front porch
crisp white bed sheets hanging on a clothesline
brown, red, yellow and orange leaves falling

I'm going to paint for you today
an open window where a warm apple pie sits cooling
curly blonde curls upon a childs head flowing
while she swings from a tire swing

I'm going to paint for you today
life in small town USA

silly me
I've gone and done it
bragged too soon

For so long I worried about growing old and being with just my husband. These days, I take each day, hour and minute as it comes. We do not share the same dreams, interests or goals but we manage to spend time together doing nothing, and it's okay. Our years have not been easy ones, and yet we have never truly experienced hardships, other than the normal emotional ones. We are blessed beyond our comprehension.

My Man

gazing lovingly as you sleep
my mind drifts slowly back
to the first time you kissed me
or did i kiss you
little did i know that we would wed
and now your snoring reminds me
that while the years have passed by
we have become comfortable
closer
and sweeter

Here's To You

lifting her glass
slightly touching her ruby lips
sipping not tasting
leaving a devilish smile
upon the rim

Years

time spent.....
as dreams go up in smoke
tick tock tick tock tick tock

Happy Old Maid

Beneath her glasses bent and scuffed
a girlish gleam was caught
She boasted on the days gone by
leaving names of whom she'd taught

Her life had been a single journey
she was the youngest child
"I am a happy old maid" she sung
her traveling days were wild

With hands of rippled tenderness
folded softly on her dress
A melody escaped her lips
her faith can never rest

Here I sit, in the darkness of my livingroom..........
feverently typing conversations with an old friend from my home town. How easily it is to pick up where we left off......as we type, my mind goes back to our early days, and I can see her vividly as if it were today..........long blonde hair, tall fitting frame.....listening as her fingers sweetly tickle the keys of our piano.....feeling the warmth of her embrace......hearing her silly laugh and joining in with snorts of crazy goofiness.
God has truly blessed me with good friends.....friends that last a lifetime.