Weekly Prompts Challenge, Mother

This weekend, SueW and GC have challenged us with perhaps a loving memory or maybe a current love in talking of mothers, even plants have a mother. I repotted several baby spider plants yesterday at my office as the mother plant is doing very well. My one at home is just getting started.

Mothers, we all had one. Some were good, some not so good. My mother, while she had issues (as we all do), it was her mother that taught me the most about courage, faith and surviving this life. She was a school teacher so it is not surprising that she always taught.

Miss Lottie, as others called her, and her love, Brownie

But I did write a poem about my mother and gave it as a frames gift in 1986 for Mothers Day, a lifetime ago. While is may not be a great poem, its value far outweighed it errors because it came from the heart – which is where all family love should come from. And she loved it.

Like A Rose

Like a rose’s sweet fragrance that floats through the air,

So does a mother’s love as it flows through her home.

Like a rose that reflects its rich vibrant color,

So does a mother when she is loving her children.

Like a rose’s thorns that beckon you to beware,

So does a mother who safely guides her children.

Like the velvety softness of the rose’s soft petals,

So soothes a mother’s hand and voice calms a fear.

Like the beauty of a gentle swaying rose,

So the beauty of mother forever will glow.

And as always, I close with a reminder of kindness. We can never be too kind as somewhere, someone will be watching and be encouraged.

Always Be Kind

Tuesday Writing Prompt, 3/22

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

Today’s prompt—use the words for reasons they don’t understand in a piece of poetry.

With all of our eyes looking across the ocean, or maybe even next door, we see the greed and cruelty being dumped by one man onto the tenderness of those who don’t understand. So I give you my thoughts through “Who What Why”

For reasons we don’t understand

Greed and cruelty have fill the land

We start this life hoping it to be so grand

Then life surrounds us as though unplanned

Time moves quickly through the hourglass sand

Leaving us confused for reasons we don’t understand

As many of us have asked and prayed, remember those misplaced by the cruelty of war and the oppression of “bullies” all over this world. Especially for Ukraine. For if this door does not get closed, we could be the next saying – “for reasons we don’t understand”

Never forget the power and beauty of kindness, regardless of how small. It can have ripple effects to touch us all.

Always Be Kind

Tuesday Writing Prompt, Bitten

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

Today’s prompt: Write a poem that starts with bitten

                      Bitten

Bitten as I was on the celebrated day of hearts

Smitten as I was, now gone before it starts

Written on the hearts of many a love song

Mittens would be better and not felt wrong

Kittens are much warmer with love that lasts

Sittin’ and smiling’ and remembering our past

Thanks Go Dog Go Café for giving us a fun chance to play with words. And in closing I remind all the comfort, power and value of kindness. It can bring light to any dark room.

Combatting the Blues

Oh, what to do when we feel so blue?

Sadness or sickness making us go boo-hoo.

So we remember things that make us smile

Like puppies in a row all standing single file

But there are other things that can make you feel better

Like hugs from a friend or maybe a sweet letter

So today, as I still struggle with this ole cold

I’ve made a decision and will try to be bold

No more whining and carrying about

A comfort food will make my happiness sprout

And what better way, in my opinion

Than warm noodle soup and my friend the minion.

Me and my minion friend are wish you a happy day filled with smiles to mark your way.

And remember as you go your way, sprinkle kindness along to brighten the day.

Evening Humor

Monday’s have the potential of being a real beast so this evening we are sharing some humor provided by Max who has the ability of turning a serious frown into a warm happy smile. Come along and smile with us.

Not Just a Bag

I look and I see it

Is it something I will git

Mommy just had it

But I can’t smell it

What could be in a bag so small

Maybe a new toy, maybe a ball

It’s too high for me, oh the gall

If I tried to jump up, I would fall

But the mystery about it is still so sweet

Maybe it’s a goody, a yummy sweet treat

If legs were taller, it’d be mine in a heartbeat

But I am afraid my shorts legs make for defeat

Is it for me??

As we find ways to cope with stressful days, remember to be kind. Sometimes being kind can release the pressure of the days stress, even for you.

Always Be Kind

Puzzled

I am taking a course to help my writing. Today it focused on poetry, something I dabble in but am not great in. But I was taken back by the samples of poems we studied and how very sad they all were. Then the other people in the class also seemed a bit sad but loved the sadness of the poem. I was confused. The leader of the class wanted us to focus on gratitude and how we wrote about being grateful.

I understand that for some that may be difficult but for me, I just look up and around at all the beauty around us and am very grateful. Yes, there is ugliness all around as well but I think if we look more intently, we can see more beauty than ugly. I also understand that I am now safe and comfortable but I do know what it is to suffer, to be oppressed and to be the victim of abuse. I just chose to look past that and am blessed in being able to be at a point in my life where I can be grateful.

For homework, we had to write a poem about what draws us to write. So while we all have a life to live, I wrote about the beauty life can be. And thought I would share my poem with you.

Ode to Life

I step out the door, take in a breath and listen to the energy of life

The force of it comes wielding our way like a sharp unstoppable knife

I close my eyes, taking in the smells as they deftly assault my nose

Fresh mown grass and lavender compete with the sweet red rose

The tinkling of the wind chime is what I hear first

Then the hawk calls out with her shrill short burst

The bees hum softly while quenching their thirst

And birds at the feeder are fighting to be first

Life is shared on all of creation, a gift with love that is never easy

Some parts are harder than others and some parts can make us queasy

But each part has its own beauty, a beauty we find hard to see

For it is the creator intension that we should all live free

When life gets hard, we want to back away

Confrontation, not something we want to stay

But confrontations now will make us strong

Giving us wisdom to survive the throng

So come let us step outdoors, breathing in this beautiful life

Understanding some days are good and some are fully strife

If we focus more on the good, our faces will begin to smile

And the beauty of life around us will help us conquer this trial.

Anita Neal

In all of life remember the power and beauty of being kind. That in itself is a gift.

Googled Puppies

See, this is what happens when it raining, or you can get out, or you are just plain bored or even all three. You google fun pictures. I saw one of these posted on Facebook with a caption so I had to go play too and then write a poem about it.

The Puppy Climb

Why did you go climb way up there?

I can’t come, it’s the top of the stair.

You are my friend and should be with me

Now you’ve walked off where I can’t be.

What do you mean, It’s not that hard?

I would rather we play here in the yard.

We can go roll and romp in the sun

Climbing stairs is no way to have fun

Must you look at me with that frown?

What goes up is bound to come down

I will try climbing up there just for you

But if I fall down I will blame you too

Even if you are not much on dogs, there is something about puppies that makes you smile. Remember to always be kind, to all kinds. Kindness can be the key we all need to survive this life.

Always Be Kind

View of Rain

On my day off it decides to rain, again, which delays my tasks scheduled for the day. So Instead, I write cheesy poetry and give you pictures of rain.

View of Rain

Some say it’s sad, the falling of the rain

Reflecting misery of remembered pain

Flowers see joy as the rain gently falls

Gathering on leaves to form little balls

This is a day of much dampness and wet

My planting schedule has yet to be met

Tomorrow with hope the sun may shine

Planting my flowers, a joy of mine

All forms of weather give us things to think about and tasks to either do or sit and watch. When I was younger I enjoyed being out in the rain but now it just makes me wet. But thank goodness this rain has been gentle…but this is day three – enough already.

So I went outside and took picture of the few flowers I did get in the ground. Hope you enjoy them.

Guess I will spend the rest of the day painting my wooden flowers and butterflies that will adorn my fence. Another fun task of spring. As you enjoy your spring weather, remember to be kind to all things. Flowers as well as people and animals enjoy the gestures of kindness.

Always be Kind

Raindrops of the Heart

Raindrops of the heart can be a sad place to start

As life of those loved around us do inevitably depart

But Raindrops of the heart can also come from joy

As we remember the funs things we both did enjoy

Raindrops of the heart do not always come from grief

As laughter of the heart can show raindrops of relief

Raindrops of the heart are moments to be shared

As raindrops from the heart show moments that we cared.

The Old Oak Tree

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The Cycle of Life

I sit and I wonder at the beauty I see

The flicker of the light through the old oak tree

Shimmering green against the pale blue sky

Watching the birds zoom through as they fly

The grass beneath is beginning to turn brown

Still you hold every leaf so it doesn’t fall down

As the air turns cooler for this time of year

I look for the colors changes we hold so dear

For many the oak is a symbol of great life

With its strength and resilience bypassing its strife 

She holds on to her leaves and sheds them last

A reminder to us all, this life goes too fast

We forget the truths of the stories we are told

That life is a cycle much purer than gold.

Anita Neal

With the understanding of life as we live through it paces, lets us never forget the stories of old that teach us the values that come from life, nature and God’s wonderful story of you. We are each His greatest creation because we reflect His love and His being. Like the old oak tree understanding the value of each leaf, God understand the value of each of us. Remember how precious you are to God and reflect His kindness wherever you go.

 

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