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I KNOW A MAN AND A WOMAN

 

I know a man in a wheelchair who seldom wears a frown,

who doesn’t let the fact he can’t stand up…ever get him down.

 

I know a woman who walks beside him on whom he can rely…

to help him wear a smile…to keeps his spirits high…

 

Oh, I imagine they have their moments…their apprehensions and their doubts…

but together they wake up every morning…in search of things to smile about.

 

Despite the curve life threw them…they have remained optimistic…

determined…

strong…

Where once they happily danced through life…

they now merrily roll along.

 

Their life has changed direction…their path…so incredible…and new…

They now see things from a unique perspective…a different point of view.

 

Now they go a little slower on their strolls along the shore…

They take the time to feel the wind…to watch the clouds and sea gulls soar…

 

Now they smile as they roll into a garden…for they realize as they explore…

how he is closer to the flowers than he ever was before.

 

I admire all they’ve overcome…through their struggles and their strife…

they are proof how positive attitudes can make a difference in your life.

 

When I think of this man and woman…and all they have withstood

I think how love has lifted both of them higher…than either ever thought it would.

 

It’s true we don’t know what life has in store for us…what awaits around any turn…

But I believe everyone has a lesson to teach us…if we take the time to learn.

 

I’ve learned how love can meet adversity and encourage a smile to replace a frown…

I've learned two people can stand together…even when one is sitting down.

 

 

 

 

 

WHEN WE PLAY

Studies show when you play with your children and grandchildren 

they are happier and healthier…this is true

but did you know when you play with your children and grandchildren…

it could also be beneficial to you?

 

When you play with your children and grandchildren 

they learn how to pick and choose,

They learn the fun is in the playing of a game…

not wether they win or lose.

 

When you play with your children and grandchildren 

you can see their imaginations and emotions evolving.

They learn how to take turns, how to think for themselves, 

they learn patience and problem solving.

 

When you play with your children and grandchildren 

they learn to laugh, to love, to care.

They learn to think for themselves, to be creative, 

they learn how to be honest and fair.

 

When you play with your children and grandchildren 

they learn how to joke, how to smile…how to rhyme

They learn you’re willing to give them your most precious gifts…

your attention, your love and your time..

 

Studies don’t show this but when you play with your children and grandchildren ...this I also know to be true…

When you’re old… they’ll remember the times you played with them when they were young…

and they will come back and play with you.


 

 

 

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EVERYDAY PARADES

As the cloak of evening was spreading and daylight was beginning to fade

we meandered down to the waters edge to watch the annual boat parade.

 

We sat with friends and strangers while stars twinkled In the sky

and watched boats, lit up for Christmas, in the distance floating by.

 

Behind us, high in the sky, shining, as bright as she could be…

the full moon cast a blanket of light that floated upon of the sea.

 

I found, in the darkness, as the evening progressed…my eyes became attuned

to the boats floating there before me as well as the distant moon.

 

My eyes, my heart, my soul…all happily besieged by so many wonderful sights 

From the moonglade shimmering on the water to the masts of ships in colored lights.

 

And I thought how once a year the parade of boats is beautiful 

as they pass by in colors both sparkling and bright…

but the clouds that float across the moon provide their own parade each night.

 

And I realized sitting on the dock as the boats began to fade away

How lucky I was because I could count all the parades I saw that day.

 

As the sun rose up in the morning a parade of colors crossed the sky….

down by the water on our morning walk a host of birds and fish paraded by.

 

As we continued our walk…a parade of animals and people we would greet…

as we neared our house and turned for home…a parade of ants across our street.

 

A parade of clouds in all shapes and sizes…the sun being hidden…then revealed…

a parade of children in contrasting colors running back and forth at the soccer field.

 

A parade of birds at our bird feeder…some squirrels and even a mouse…

Our friends grandchildren laughing and singing as they paraded through our house.

 

Then once again at the boat parade kissed by moonbeams and an ocean mist….

And if these are the parades I saw today…imagine the ones I missed!

 

Yes, today’s annual boat parade was a sight to see but over time it’s memory will fade…

to be joyfully replaced by a life filled with memories…

 

of so may everyday parades.


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THE STAR THAT FELL TO EARTH

He heard tales of the sage’s ancient wisdom…and, possessed with discontent,

he climbed to the top of the mountain…in search of enlightenment.

 

“I come in search of happiness”, he said, “for myths and fables have deluded me.”

“You see I’ve been searching all my life…yet true happiness has eluded me.”

 

They sat in silence until nightfall…until he could wait no more

“Please,” he asked the wise one…”what are we waiting for?”

 

The sage pointed up at a shooting star saying, “If you want to find your mirth

seek and return to me with that star…that star that fell to Earth.”

 

He smiled as he handed the man a journal…”And if I may suggest

while you’re searching for that star…keep a record of your quest.”

 

As he descend the mountain he made his first entry into his journal:

‘and he calls himself a muse!’

But then thinking why he came to the mountain he wrote, ‘what have I to lose?’

 

So off he went to find the star…he traveled day and night

And whenever he stopped to rest a while…in his journal he would write…

 

He wrote of the beauty of the land he saw, of all the animals he’d greet.

He wrote of winter snows and summer rains and how the flowers smelled so sweet.

 

He wrote of rainbows, sunsets, singing birds, of how the trees in the wind would sway

He wrote of the kindness of the different people he’d meet along the way.

 

He wrote of adventures he had in every town…in every city…in every place…

and as we wrote of his experiences a smile would cross his face.

 

He fell in love with a woman in one town…where they created a family they both adored

and though he continued to write in his journal every day…

he forgot what he was searching for…

 

Years later after his children were grown he said to his wife…”We have to go

back to the mountain and the wise one I left so many years ago.”

 

“I promised him I’d return one day…just as he commanded.

I hope he won’t be disappointed when I return to him empty handed.”

 

The wise man smiled as he remembered him and said…

“It appears you have traveled far…

you have finally returned as you said you would…

and I see you brought the star.”

 

The man seem puzzled for a moment…

then thinking of his years of travel and love and parenthood

clutched his journal and his wife’s hand…then smiled…

for at last he understood. 

 

 

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ENOUGH

She was alone on a bench in the middle of the park when walking along I spied her

I’m not sure what drew me in…but I ended up sitting beside her.

 

For a while we sat in silence…me…and this old woman I’d never seen before

until my eyes met hers and we exchanged a smile…which seemed to open up the door.

 

We talked of trees and butterflies about how the sun shone off the creek

and before I knew it…I was meeting her…on that park bench once a week.

 

She could be sweet, she could be kind, she could be soft, she could be gruff 

and as we spent those days together…she taught me the meaning of enough.

 

When I think of the love I’ve had in life, she’d say…one touch was enough.

When I am sad…to drive away the shadows…one sunbeam is enough…

 

When I look up in the night sky…the light of one star is enough.

When I linger in a garden…the aroma of one flower is enough.

 

When I’m walking in a forest…the shade of one tree is enough.

When I’m with my family and friends…one moment is enough.

 

I only have one life, she’d smile…if I live it right…once will be enough. 

and If I should die tomorrow…well…then I’ve lived long enough. 

 

Yes, when I look at all the happiness I’ve had…I know I’ve had enough

and If the only prayer I ever say is thank you…then I have prayed enough.

 

My meetings with her would come to an end 

enough was finally enough

and though I was saddened at her passing…

I know I had time enough…

 

Time enough to make a friend…a friend both kind and gruff…

Time enough to have been lucky enough…to learn the meaning of enough.

 

Now when my life is peaceful and happy…or when times are sad and rough

I return to the bench where we sat together…

to remember I have enough.

 

 

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EVERYTHING LOOKS BETTER WHEN IT RHYMES

When I was young nothing soothed me more as into bed I climbed

Than stories and tales of adventure…especially when they rhymed.

 

Mother Goose, Grimm’s Fairy tales…when they rhymed it seemed like they were sung…

I loved hearing them fade away as I drifted off to sleep…back when I was young.

 

I wonder if that’s why I’ve been lucky in life to wear a smile most of the time…

because as I walk around my world each day…I see everything in rhymes…

 

The wind outside that’s blowing…or a gentle summer breeze

looks better when I see them dancing with the flowers and the trees.

 

The ocean is an expanse of water…only water…nothing more

until the waves begin to sparkle as they roll upon the shore.

 

The sun is large and round and hot…just a circle in the sky

until you see it playing hide and seek with the clouds as they float by…

 

until you see that same sun cause young lovers holding hands to swoon

as she kindles all the stars in heaven and illuminates the moon.

 

Joy, anger, fear, sadness, disgust, dismay…surprise…

all are enhanced, improved or soothed when from them rhymes arise.

 

A feeling blossoms inside the heart…an emotion begins to roll…

it waltzes through the body and dances in the soul…

 

from the soul it journeys to the brain and soon…a thought…then a rhyme is born…

to express how joyful we are feeling…to express…how much we mourn.

 

I harken back to those nursery rhymes…to a time when I was young…

every time I walk outside where natures rhymes are sung…

 

It is a simple yet wonderful feeling…how my world seems so sublime…

 

for no matter what my day is like…everything looks better when it rhymes.


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WHO AM I?

I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

 

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


I overheard a conversation between an older man and a little girl while standing in the check-out lane

that made me marvel, once again, at the purity of a child’s brain.

 

“How old are you?” The old man asked.

The girl held up two fingers…”I am three.”

The old man chuckled then asked, “and who are you?”

And she answered…”I am me!”

 

Here I had to stop and wonder…what would be my reply

If someone asked me for an answer to the question…who am I?

 

For ‘Who am I’ is not an easy question to truly comprehend…

‘I am me’ is a wonderful answer but in truth…it all depends.

 

I am a child when I eat ice cream or dance out in the rain

I am a friend when I share another friends happiness or help them through their pain.

 

I am a husband when I kiss Deborah good night and look into her eyes.

I am a child again at a carnival… when I’m trying to win a prize.

 

I am a PopPop who has been a horse and a magician with a magic show

I am a man who feels blessed to have been around to watch his children…now grandchildren grow…

 

I am a dad to our three children…even when they’re far away

I am a brother, a cousin, an uncle…depending on the day.

 

Sometimes I have been all these individuals in a single afternoon

It seems a multitude of people envelope me…like the stars surround the moon.

 

So in answer to the question ‘Who am I?” 

“I am me.” is certainly true…

But it also depends on where I am…and who I’m talking to.

 

And, when you stop to think about it, 

It’s fun to look at life this way…

Because I never know, when the day begins,

How many mes I’ll be today.

 

And as for that little girl…who as she left the store was sucking on her thumb…

I had to smile as I pictured all the mes she will become.


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A WORLD WHERE THERE ARE SQUIRRELS

I want to be surrounded by life…I want to feel alive…

I want to share this Earth with every creature…

as we all endeavor to survive. 

 

I want to live in a world where there are trees…

where the wind makes their leaves shimmy and twirl…

where I can walk in unspoiled splendor and beauty…

in a world where there are squirrels.

 

I want to enjoy life, like the squirrel, 

I want to be, like him, wild and free

I want to take pleasure in the little things

Like finding an acorn just for me.

 

Like playing tag along the tree trunks

Like climbing high up to the sky…

Like jumping from tree to tree…

pretending I can fly.

 

I want to treat the Earth like the squirrel treats the Earth

Now wouldn’t that wow and please and astound her?

If I walked softly, took only what I needed

and left her the same or better than I found her.

 

And I want to live in a world where these lessons are taught

to every boy and girl…

I want them to understand and enhance Earth’s beauty

 

in a world where there are squirrels…


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A BABY ELEPHANT CHASING BIRDS

Why, I wonder, does it stir our soul…why is it difficult to find the words

to explain why we’re so happy…watching a baby elephant chasing birds…

 

Why do we love sitting in silence watching the wind tickle a field of grain…

or smiling with our arms outstretched as we stand out in the rain?

 

Why do we feel such wonder when we see a picture of a baby in the womb…

or while we watch a butterfly or a bee…as it flits from bloom to bloom?

 

Why do our hearts quicken listening as nature sings to us on a forest stroll?

Why does the melody of a babbling brook have the power to soothe our soul?

 

Why does the sight of the sun gently climbing a mountain in the morning cause as much delight

as watching the moon in all its fullness scale that same mountain in the night.

 

Why are the feelings waterfalls evoke, or stars…or watching clouds float by

enough to cause us to stop…to sigh…or bring a teardrop to our eye?

 

Perhaps we are harkened back to when we were young and the world was innocent and kind…

Perhaps we’re trying to hold on to a little of the innocence we left behind.

 

I hope we never tire of nature’s wonders…I hope we never find the words…

 

to explain these moments of happiness…like watching a baby elephant chasing birds.


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