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BABY HANDS AND FEET

 

Whenever I see a baby passing by me on the street

I smile…

you see I’m captivated by their baby hands and baby feet.

 

It reminds me of the miracle of birth

and

how swiftly our time goes

when I see their little fingers…

and count their little toes.

 

I remember when my children and grandchildren were babies…

Was it really that long ago

when I held their baby hands in mine

and tickled their baby toes?

 

And again I think how time moves ever onward

does not stop

will not repeat

and how we must cherish every moment 

of baby hands and baby feet.

 

Knowing babies grow up…

that it’s all part of the plan

I look into the parents' eyes and whisper…

 

“Enjoy this while you can”.


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IT DOESN'T MATTER

They walk a different path each morning

as a new day’s begins to glow..

They fill a picnic basket and they drive

It doesn’t matter where they go.

 

They gather with their friends and family 

to spend a moment or two.

sometime they sit

sometimes they eat

It doesn’t matter what they do.

 

They love to play any kind of games

their children and grandchildren might choose

It doesn’t matter if they win

It doesn’t matter if they lose.

 

If you ask them why it doesn’t matter 

they have a simple reason why.

If you ask them why it doesn’t matter

they have but one reply…

 

You see…they know that life is short…and precious

and every moment they’re awake

it’s not the size of the memory that’s important

 

it’s how many they can make.


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ON THE BACK OF AN OLD CLOSET DOOR

With the family visiting again this holiday..as they have so many times before

It was once again time to revisit…the back of our old closet door.

 

On it Deborah and I have placed one of our most treasured sights 

A history of our family’s growth recorded in our children and grandchildren’s heights.

 

Heights have been inscribed on this door for over 35 years

It was time to update our two youngest grandchildren…

who have grown 6 inches it appears… 

 

This closet door reminds us…as we read heights written in black pen

How every child grows…it’s not a matter of will they..

it’s a matter of when

 

(I wonder if growing taller is as big an accomplishment 

as we all might be thinking

Because, although we’ve not recorded our heights…

I think Deborah and I are shrinking.)

 

Be that as it may I can’t open this door without smiling

sometimes a tear finds its way to my eye

as I realize when facing it…how quickly time goes by.

 

With the future always one step away…a future approaching so fast

opening this door is a wonderful way to pause and revisit our past.

 

To look back on our children and grandchildren…

Now that they’ve all grown taller than us…

back to a time not that long ago 

when they were all smaller than us.

 

Yes, we’ve been recording heights here for over 35 years 

and hope to record here for over 35 more…

But…if there ever comes a time we have to move away…

 

Moving with us…will be this old closet door.


MISTY RAIN

On our walk the morning as we made the turn 

down a tree filled lane

we were greeted in the silence by a tender…misty rain.

 

We could feel a slight coolness brush agains our face…

and yet

so delicate were her droplets that we did not get wet.

 

So light…so mild was that touch of rain 

we barely could perceive her

so gentle even the most fragile flowers 

had to lift their petals to receive her.

 

I looked up to try and glimpse the mist 

floating against the backdrop of the dawn

but as quickly as she started…that misty rain was gone

 

And once again I had to smile 

as I thanked the rain for the simplicity of her greeting

reminding me to enjoy both life and beauty…

 

for both of them are fleeting.


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BASIC MATH COMES BACK

When I was in school my grades were adequate although I much preferred to play

I never thought concepts learned back then would be applicable today.

 

I knew basic math was vital…that’s drilled in from the start

But I didn’t know it would come to play such a vital part.

 

There were things I thought had nothing to do with math 

like when I became aware

Life is much more effortless when it is a life we share.

 

The more people who share our sorrow, who help and reassure

The easier our sorrow is to handle…the longer we endure.

 

And when we share our happiness with family and friends

like ripples on the water, that feeling never ends.

 

I have often wondered about this...why does this phenomenon exist?

Is there something in the universe, some teaching I have missed?

 

Sorrow and happiness have certain properties 

when we individually bear them

but both can change dramatically

when we chose to share them.

 

When we share our sorrow we start to feel it less…

and less, and less, and less

and happiness, when shared, grows to even more happiness!

 

The solution is quite simple and should serve as a guide…

When shared…our sadness is divided 

while shared happiness is multiplied.

 

Imagine that! The answer lies in basic math--all those years ago conveyed

Perhaps if I’d paid more attention, I’d have earned a better grade.

 

And it wouldn’t have taken me this long to do the math

And become exceedingly aware…

 

That Life is much more effortless when it is a life we share.



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ALL THE PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN

When I stop and take a look at my life now that I am well past fully grown

I like to think how I’ve been blessed by all the people I have known.

 

Certainly there is my family, my children, my grandchildren and my wife

but what about all the others people who have helped to shape my life.

 

Some were with me from the start but are gone now…to my dismay

Some have been here many years…others merely crossed my path along the way

 

Some I’ve known by name others I never really knew…but I’m still glad

at what they all have given me…at the impact they have had

 

I’ve known mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters…aunts and uncles too

I’ve known teachers, students, and children who helped to mold my point of view.

 

So many people I have met whose influence I can’t ignore

from priests, professors, bus drivers to baggers in the grocery store.

 

I’ve known mechanics, fishermen, lawyers…waiters and waitresses galore

all who made me think a little differently than I had thought the day before.

 

I’ve known authors and musicians…I’ve loved their melodies….their words

I’ve been changed by every book I’ve ever read and every song I’ve ever heard.

 

I could go on and on because in my mind a host of faces are now blending

You might say when it comes to the people in my life…the list is never-ending.

 

And I imagine it’s the same with everyone

For no one ever lives their life totally alone

No…we are who we are today

 

because of all the people we have known.



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Had Forgotten

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WHY?

There are so many breathtaking moments as the days drift idly by…

so much we’ll never quite understand… 

so many times we’ll be wondering…why…

 

Why…for instance as life constantly adjusts and rearranges…

the moment you decide to change your life

is the moment your life changes?

 

Why…the moment you go as far as you can see…

do you begin to see much more

because once you reach this point…

you see farther than you ever saw before?

 

Why…the moment you decide to be a happier person

when you stop and think it through

is the moment you begin to be happier

and the world seems happier, too? 

 

Why…the moment you begin to find joy in the little things

where you live and work and dwell

is the moment you begin to find joy 

in the bigger things as well?

 

And why I wonder…when you’re out chasing butterflies

as many are won’t to do

the moment you stop chasing them

 

is the moment they land on you?


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DON'T FORGET THE CHANGE

How often do we cross paths with people only for a moment…then

once that moment’s over… our paths never cross again?

 

 

She came into the bookstore with her mom…they went to separate nooks.

Her mom headed to the latest fiction…she…to children’s books.

 

She quickly found a book…then sat in a chair to read it…

“Mom!” I heard her yell across the store….“You see this book…I need it!”

 

“You still have some birthday money.” her mom said, “take it out…and count.

You can buy that book all by yourself…if you have the right amount.

 

“Can you tell me how much this book is?” she asked in a voice low and refined…

“Sure.” I said as I smiled at her.  “That’ll be eight dollars…ninety-nine.

 

She reached into her pocket…I could tell that she was thrilled

as she laid out on the counter… a pile of crumpled bills.

 

She counted each one to herself…at a slow and steady pace

and when she finished counting…a smile crossed her face.

 

“I’m pretty sure I have enough.” she said proudly…(this time I was thrilled)

As she handed me in her outstretched hands…nine still crumpled bills.

 

I counted each one as I un-crumpled them…I said, “Why yes you do.”

(I didn’t have the heart to tell her with tax…it came to nine dollars sixty-two.”)

 

Luckily in my pocket…I had my own crumpled dollar bill

which, when she wasn’t looking, I slipped into the till.

 

I rang her up, handed her the book…and with everything arranged

she started to walk away when I called out, wait…don’t forget your change…

 

I handed her the thirty-eight cents…and her smile…I’ll never forget

Just to see that smile on her face was worth going one crumpled dollar in debt…

 

I wonder if the lesson here as we randomly encounter people

as pleasantries we exchange…

Is to understand if we’re lucky 

 

we all leave with a little change.