The Visit


Remember Me, My Love
Remember Me, My Love (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

The Visit

 

Let’s talk about how we feel

 

Because life is very real.

 

One day things will change,

 

And I’ll visit no more.

 

 

 

Remember the early years

 

When you came home and

 

Wanted to talk about your day?

 

I just wanted to sit and be quiet.

 

We compromised and I listened.

 

You cooked and I washed dishes.

 

I worked on the house and built a barn.

 

You took care of our household needs.

 

We were early to bed and early to rise.

 

 

 

Remember the years we shared,

 

The children we raised,

 

As  time flashed by

 

And the home that was blessed?

 

 

 

Remember how  we cherished each day

 

As we fought our diseases alone and together,

 

Sharing our pain and our love?

 

Do you remember all that, love?

 

I really miss you.

 

 

 

I’ve learned to talk while you listen.

 

Time passes slowly

 

And I wait patiently

 

For the moment

 

When we’re together again.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Valentine Tree


Anthropomorphic Valentine, circa 1950–1960
Anthropomorphic Valentine, circa 1950–1960 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Our Valentine Tree

 

We fell in love on Valentine’s Day.

 

The minute you laughed I knew.

 

I was destined to be yours, my love,

 

And I would be blessed with you.

 

 

 

We planted our special tree that year.

 

We cleared away the snow.

 

You insisted our love would always be strong

 

And you wanted the whole world to know.

 

 

 

You’re in my thoughts again, my love,

 

I imagine you under our tree.

 

Remember all the pledges we made,

 

And the passion between you and me?

 

 

 

The years passed by rather fast,

 

Then our kids were grown and gone.

 

We were there in our empty house,

 

Still together but each all alone.

 

 

 

My heart grew hard and I forgot our tree,

 

I insisted it blocked my view.

 

I was determined to chop it down,

 

Without even telling you.

 

 

 

It was early morning on Valentine’s Eve,

 

When I approached our special tree.

 

I was shocked and pleased with what I saw,

 

Then ashamed of the heart in me.

 

 

 

Instead of the tree being stark and bare,

 

Pink and red covered the tree.

 

Valentines and notes from all our years,

 

Proclaimed your love for me.

 

 

 

 

 

My love had been erratic.

 

There was little that I could boast.

 

But you were there as you always were,

 

Just when I needed you most.

 

My dreams and heart were renewed, my love,

 

By the valentines that covered our tree.

 

There was only one thing I could say,

 

“I’m glad you married me!”

 

 

 

I miss all you gave, my love,

 

And the tenderness you showed to me.

 

I want our love to be clear each year,

 

As I hang valentines on our tree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Is This Thing Called Love?


Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Photo credit: Kaptain Kobold)

 

 

What is This Thing Called Love

 

What is this thing called love

 

That rips and tears at my heart?

 

Knowing how much love hurts me,

 

Why did I allow love to start?

 

 

 

Yet what is loneliness but a need for love

 

A void that cries to be filled?

 

An absence of love that teases in dreams

 

A restlessness that longs to be stilled?

 

 

 

Why do I have tears late at night

 

Endlessly flowing down my cheeks?

 

Is it because I’m desperate for love

 

And for the companionship my heart seeks?

 

 

 

When will romance come my way

 

Giving me a brand new start?

 

I don’t want to see a barren world

 

With no connections to my heart.

 

 

 

How do I find the one for me

 

Who waits for a heart like mine?

 

Where will I discover what is true

 

And find that new love divine?

 

 

 

I’ll wait and hope for ages yet,

 

I know she is somewhere near.

 

Soon she’ll be within my arms

 

Where I keep things I hold dear.

 

 

 

What is this thing called love?

 

No answer will suffice.

 

For it seems to be a combination

 

Of flames, sacrifice, and ice.

 

 

 

Three Snake Skins


English: Santa Claus with a little girl Espera...
English: Santa Claus with a little girl Esperanto: Patro Kristnasko kaj malgranda knabino Suomi: Joulupukki ja pieni tyttö (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Three Snake Skins

 

I counted my presents under the tree

 

I had been generous but only to me

 

It was Christmas Eve and the night was deep

 

My eyelids grew heavy and I fell asleep.

 

 

 

In a dream I couldn’t believe my eyes

 

The world was in for a surprise

 

Christmas would be different this year

 

The sleigh wouldn’t be pulled by deer.

 

 

 

I needed to be good for goodness sakes

 

For Santa’s sleigh was pulled by snakes

 

Diamondbacks, boas, asps, and kings,

 

Flying through the air without any wings.

 

 

 

Down the rooftop they’d slide until they flopped

 

Slithering and wiggling, down the chimney they dropped!

 

One snake per child who had ever been bad,

 

Two snakes for mom and three for dear dad.

 

 

 

The snakes gathered to map out a plan

 

Something bizarre, something evil and grand.

 

People with possessions who didn’t share

 

Were bitten by serpents that didn’t care.

 

 

 

There was a list and it was checked twice

 

To determine who had been naughty or nice.

 

There weren’t many households left alone

 

For greed had turned many hearts to stone.

 

 

 

I awoke from my dream all drenched and wet

 

I had many memories I wished to forget

 

The beggar on the corner I couldn’t look in the eye

 

The family in my neighborhood I simply passed by.

 

 

 

There were incidents my conscience couldn’t ignore

 

This dream had touched me clear to the core

 

I vowed to give clothes and food to those in need

 

And to be more generous in word and deed.

 

 

 

Under my Christmas tree there were no presents to myself

 

But I cleared a space for gifts to others on a shelf

 

This year I was greedy but I’ll be prepared next year

 

Santa will be generous and my conscience will be clear.

 

 

 

I heard bells jingle as the sleigh took flight

 

And I knew that this would be a normal night

 

Eight tiny reindeer were pulling the sleigh

 

And Rudolph was in front leading the way.

 

 

 

I know this was just one of many dreams

 

You might think I made it worse than it seems

 

But I’ve changed my heart and I’m starting again

 

For under my bed I found three snake skins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’re Lucky to Have Christmas


English: A postcard from 1919, with artwork of...
English: A postcard from 1919, with artwork of Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

We’re Lucky to Have Christmas

 

Time stood still and my heart stopped,

 

When she announced she was leaving that night.

 

It didn’t sink in that she meant what she said,

 

Until she got on the very next flight.

 

 

 

I think of the time I wasted,

 

Letting it slowly slip through my hands.

 

I could have been loving her,

 

Rather than complaining and giving commands.

 

 

 

She promised she would love me forever.

 

I think she intended it to be true.

 

I said I could survive on my own

 

But deep within my heart I knew.

 

 

 

I could have used time in segments,

 

Dinner for two, flowers, a loving glance,

 

Instead I spent time on my own interests,

 

And time didn’t give a second chance.

 

 

 

It was the season to laugh and be jolly

 

And the time to play in the snow.

 

But it was a sad time for me that year.

 

She wouldn’t be under the mistletoe.

 

 

 

We wouldn’t be watching a parade together,

 

From the very first float to the last.

 

I made many mistakes along the way.

 

And now our parade had gone past.

 

 

 

She talked about having quality time,

 

And times we could just hang out.

 

I insisted she was my very best friend.

 

But I gave her many reasons to doubt.

 

 

 

The Christmas lights in that bar were blurry,

 

The drinks were making me cry.

 

I hadn’t told her how much I loved her,

 

Yet I knew I was a lucky guy.

 

 

 

I was ready to go home and decide what to do.

 

I needed some time to think.

 

I heard a voice calling my name,

 

Then, “Cowboy, can I buy you a drink?”

 

 

 

I’ve never seen a face more beautiful.

 

She had returned and was smiling at me.

 

Now I’m a reformed and loving man.

 

I’m sure that’s the way it should be.

 

 

 

That’s my Christmas story,

 

I hope you take a moment to pause.

 

If she hadn’t returned there wouldn’t be Christmas.

 

If you don’t believe what I told you,

 

Just ask my wife, Mrs. Claus.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Baby Bee’s Night Before Christmas (Children’s Version)


A child wearing a bee costume.
A child wearing a bee costume. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Baby Bee’s Christmas

 

The hive was snug from the lid to the base.

 

The entrance was wide open for Santa, (just in case).

 

All the cracks had been sealed to shut out the cold.

 

Baby Bee was sleeping and good as gold.

 

The queen had inspected each and every frame,

 

Then she lined up her children and addressed them by name.

 

The youngest ones she checked closely and their noses she wiped.

 

“Is everything ready for Christmas?” she piped.

 

“If the decorations are finished, leave on a small light.

 

Santa Bee will be arriving sometime tonight.”

 

She ordered a plate of honey and pollen so Santa could be fed.

 

Then she hugged all her babies and tucked them in bed.

 

All were sleeping soundly when they heard such a clatter.

 

Santa Bee had arrived in the midst of a swarm.

 

His cheeks were all red and he looked very warm.

 

Dispensing gifts from his sleigh as he raced through the hive,

 

He was interrupted by a question, “Mr. Santa, can I drive?”

 

The other bees were shocked that Baby Bee would ask.

 

Santa Bee chuckled and let her help with his task.

 

All around the world this magical swarm flew.

 

Bringing sweet gifts to everyone they knew.

 

As they left each hive and while they were still in sight,

 

Baby Bee would shout, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 

 

 

A Bee’s Night Before Christmas


Cover of "Bees (Denver Museum Insect Book...
Cover of Bees (Denver Museum Insect Books)

 

A Bee’s Night Before Christmas

 

It was the night before Christmas

 

And all through the hive

 

Bees were clustered together

 

Keeping warm and alive.

 

 

 

Three pairs of stockings

 

Were glued up for each bee

 

In the hopes that Santa

 

Would put gifts under a tree.

 

 

 

Each young bee was snuggled

 

Way deep in her cell

 

Dreaming of a honey flow

 

That the older bees knew well.

 

 

 

The queen was in her chamber

 

Guard bees sleeping close by

 

All of them as excited about Christmas

 

As a swarm on the fly.

 

 

 

The night was clear

 

The new moon was bright

 

Everyone knew for certain

 

Santa would be there that night.

 

 

 

When up on the roof

 

There rose such a clatter

 

The queen went with the guards

 

To see what was the matter.

 

 

 

On the roof they could see

 

A sleigh full of toys

 

Most of them for workers

 

Only one or two for the boys.

 

 

 

Eight bumblebees had been pulling

 

They made it look hard

 

Would Santa have the time

 

To reach each bee yard?

 

 

 

The driver’s face was red

 

From the cold (I suppose)

 

And icicles hung down

 

From the tip of her nose.

 

 

 

Her eyes were coal black

 

Her mouth made for smiles

 

She looked a little weary

 

She had traveled for miles.

 

 

 

Her coat was real thick

 

Made to keep her warm

 

Her wings were slightly tattered

 

From a late summer swarm.

 

 

 

She was quick as she placed gifts

 

Near where each bee lay

 

Then she pulled a beautiful tree

 

From off of her sleigh.

 

 

 

With a wink she said,

 

“These bumblebees are tired.

 

I’m looking for workers

 

Who want to be hired.”

 

 

 

Six volunteers jumped up

 

(they refused any money)

 

So she promised they’d receive

 

Extra stores of honey.

 

 

 

They darted out of the hive

 

And while they were in sight

 

Santa Bee buzzed, “A golden Christmas to all,

 

And to all a good night!”

 

 

 

Over almond orchards and clover

 

They flew on their way

 

They finished their task

 

Before Christmas Day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honey Bee


Queen bee 3
Queen bee 3 (Photo credit: quisnovus)

 

Honey Bee

 

He slowly approached the bee hives,

 

Observing the endless streams of flight.

 

The honey bees deserved his attention,

 

But he wondered, What is she doing tonight?

 

 

 

He put on his hat and accompanying veil,

 

To provide protection from stings to his face.

 

He lit up his smoker and then eased it down.

 

Would I be welcome if I stopped by her place?

 

 

 

Prying open a lid he sent in a few puffs of smoke.

 

The bees calmed down and moved away,

 

While he checked each frame for the queen.

 

What could I bring to brighten her day?

 

 

 

The queen was perfect, undamaged and full.

 

In the summer this hive would be strong.

 

There would be supers of golden honey.

 

 He’d get sweet rewards if nothing went wrong.

 

 

 

As he carefully reassembled the frames,

 

One worker flew out and stung his wrist,

 

Was that a portent of things to come?

 

Would he be crossed from her list?

 

 

 

As he worked through the remaining  hives,

 

He was distracted by a disturbing thought.

 

If he was determined, would love find a way?

 

Because she was well worth any battles fought.

 

 

 

In his beat-up car he sped wearily to her house,

 

Hoping he could see her without being seen.

 

On her porch he would leave a bottle of honey,

 

With a note saying, TO MY QUEEN.

 

 

 

Plans concerning love can sometimes go awry.

 

Honeyed words often remain frozen on lovers’ lips,

 

And love not claimed can be lost for all time,

 

Sailing swiftly away like a phantom ship.

 

 

 

In front of her house he parked his car,

 

And placed the honey up on her porch.

 

Before he could leave she raced outside.

 

He wasn’t the only one carrying a torch.

 

 

 

She was perfect, just right for his queen.

 

Ripe and willing, she was waiting for her king.

 

Their future was golden and offered sweet rewards.

 

Though they had little, they had everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Good Deed (a Halloween story)


The Halloween Tree
The Halloween Tree (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

On Halloween night I would advise you to be wary of strangers.  In the movies a stranger always turns out to be crazy.  But what about your best friend?  Can you trust him?     

 

 

 

The Good Deed

 

 

 

The branches of the trees reach out like long grasping fingers trying to pluck out my heart. The trees play games on Halloween but I ignore their sick antics.  I love lying here under the trees, planning good deeds, and watching rescue teams try desperately to save someone.

 

There is more than tree branches to fear.  There’s the river.  Its cold dark waters keep calling me and inviting me to swim.  But I suppose the river lures many people down its banks to take a quick dip.  I’m too smart to fall for the river’s tricks.  The current could drag someone down very quickly while he was struggling and gasping for breath.  I can imagine it so clearly.

 

My friend always walks along here at night….about this time, too!  How can he stand it? It’s so quiet.  It’s even spookier when the clouds hide the moon’s face.

 

He always said that he wanted to die while he was happy.  He wanted to go quickly, too, not a slow agonizing death.  He told me today (when he said he was going to get married) that he was happier now than he’s ever been before.  That’s why I picked tonight.

 

He did me a favor once.  He shoved me out of the way of a speeding car.  I never saw it coming, but he did!  I was so proud he was my friend.   Not many people would risk their lives for someone else.   He was in the hospital for eight months.  That’s the reason I’m doing him this favor.

 

I can hear his voice and he’s not alone.  He’s with his fiancé and they’re talking about how they want to be together for the rest of their lives.  She said it would be romantic if they died together.

 

I guess I can do that.  I’ll change my plans to include her.  They’re lost in love.  They don’t even see me.

 

I’ll have the element of surprise.  One quick shove and they’ll be in.

 

Now!

 

She went under fast.  O, there she is again.  He’s trying to save her.  He’s calling for help.   I can’t let him ruin things. I’ll help him go under.  He’s a real friend.  It’s worth it.  The water’s cold!

 

He fought harder than I thought he would.  I almost drowned.  Next year my good deed will have to be better planned.  I don’t want something to go wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

Love Found a Way


 

Golden Valley, AZ sunset funnel cloud
Golden Valley, AZ sunset funnel cloud (Photo credit: Uncle Jerry in Golden Valley, AZ)

 

Red sky at night, sailor's/shepherd's delight.
Red sky at night, sailor’s/shepherd’s delight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

In the icy throes of winter,

 

Your love was frozen too,

 

My heart hoped for early spring,

 

There was nothing else to do,

 

 

 

Inclement weather and funnel clouds,

 

Took away your romantic bent,

 

I waited for the signs of summer,

 

To show you my intent,

 

 

 

In the sizzling heat of summer,

 

Your heart remained frozen still,

 

Packed among wounds not forgotten,

 

Love had long lost its thrill,

 

 

 

Summer days were too hot,

 

I thought our shadows would melt,

 

You kept me at arm’s length,

 

True love you never felt,

 

 

 

There was one season yet to try,

 

Before all was declared in vain,

 

Autumn rains swept the past away,

 

Allowing love to soothe your pain,

 

 

 

I was patient though eager, too,

 

To see what you might say,

 

When I asked you to marry me,

 

Love finally found a way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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