When I saw this picture of me and a time long left behind

I’m not sure why or how…but William Shakespeare came to mind.


‘The time of life is short’ he wrote…and William was in the know

because this picture was taken, if I’m not mistaken, over 30 years ago.


The three women seated to my right are still as beautiful as can be

but when I look at this picture I’m left to ponder…what has happened to me?


First of all let me apologize for my clothing…I’m not sure back then where I shopped

but what in the world was I doing at a party…in a shirt AND a tank top?


My shirt wasn’t even buttoned…I imagine I thought my outfit would beguile…

but looking back now I have to wonder…if I ever was in style?


I had a lot more hair 30 years ago…since then it has found a way

to vacate most of the top of my head…what’s left is a hazy shade of grey.


My arms have not lost any hair…near as I can tell

but I’ll be darned if over the years they’ haven’t turned grey as well. 


I mentioned William Shakespeare as this poem was about to begin…

Have no fear, forsooth my friends, this is where I bring him in.


I notice I have have some wrinkles now,…okay maybe more than some!

but it was Shakespeare who said ‘With mirth and laughter…let old wrinkles come.’


I kind of wish Shakespeare was at that party…

I might have asked him to lend me an ear…

He probably would have asked me about my clothes…


and I’d have offered him a beer.

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Life moves so very fast…moments with our children and grandchildren do not last

We know it happens but we find it hard to understand…

Where did those moments goes…how time both ebbs and flows

for it seems like only yesterday we held them in our hands.


Then all of a sudden…before we know…somehow…they grow…and grow…

And all at once they are standing up…then walking 

Then as odd as it must sound…we all but turned around

in the next instant they have started talking.


Then once again time flies… because we only blink our eyes

and when we open them our children have turned five

then ten, then twelve, then fifteen…we wonder where the time went in between

and when did they become old enough to drive?


And again we look around…and before us…you have found

something that causes us to groan…

Although it’s easy to conceive..,it’s still hard to believe

they are now adults and living on their own.


Now, with their families they come to visit…and it is exquisite 

how some will travel near…some travel far

and as in the door they wander…you have to stop and ponder

when did our grandchildren become taller than we are?


And our age we’re now dismissing as we sit there reminiscing

telling them stories and trying to make them understand

How time has flown away…because it was only yesterday…

when we were sitting here 


holding them in your hands.

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Some people think time is merciless…an unrelenting autocrat

but there are moments when I think…there’s more to her than that.


Have you ever had that perfect moment…when surrounded by family or friends

that moment when you wished to yourself…I hope this moment never ends?


That moment you stop to look around…knowing nothing can compare

for at that moment love is palpable…you can feel it in the air.


And you take a moment to thank time…for pausing…and you smile

as you savor this momentary respite…if only for a while.


And when this fleeting moment’s over and time again begins to drift

You realize by moving slowly…time has given you a gift.


Have you ever had that awful moment…perhaps with family or friends

that moment when you wished to yourself…I can’t wait for this moment to end.


That moment you stop to look around…a moment you cannot bare

for at that moment sorrow is palpable…and sadness fills the air.


And you take a moment to pray that time will not linger…will not stay

that she will gather up this moment and hurry it away.


And when that moment’s over and time again begins to drift

you realize by moving quickly…time has given you a gift.


Life is about collecting moments…moments such as these

moments collected over time which become our memories…


But by slowing down and speeding up…I think you’ll come to find


time is not always merciless…sometimes she’s benevolent…and kind.

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He had worked hard for this moment…

He’d been focused…driven…undaunted

He’d reached a point in his life

where he could give his daughter anything she wanted…


He proudly asked her to make a Christmas wish list.

She wrote…focused…driven…undaunted

hoping ‘Santa’ would be able to bring her 

the one thing she ever wanted.


She finished quickly…her list was short…at first he wondered why

Once he read it he closed his eyes…then he began to cry…


‘Dear Santa’, it read, ’this Christmas ‘all I’m looking for…

I want to be with Daddy…I want to see him more.’


And as he clutched that letter to his heart

he realized what he should be working for…

and that Christmas he made a vow 

to be with his daughter more.


That Christmas she unwrapped an envelope

with a letter inside that read:

‘I promise to be home for dinner every night

I promise to tuck you into bed.’


‘I promise to spend more time with you…

I promise I will find a way.

I promise starting this Christmas

to spend much less time away.’


And so he did…he gave his daughter

a gift that didn’t cost a dime…

He gave her exactly what she wanted

He gave his love…he gave her time.


Yes, she got her wish that Christmas

and lived ever after…happily

and through the magic of a Christmas wish



so did he.

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In the book that is our life

where all lives intertwine

each day is written in our wrinkles…

they become our story lines.


Every person’s life is a little different

for we all have a different climb

Still…every memory we gather along the way

is a wrinkle etched in time.


So you might say our wrinkles are important…

They hold, for us, a special place…

By allowing the story of the life we are living


to be written on our face.

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I love Winter’s silent beauty…as her snowflaked breezes sing…

But no matter how much I love the winter…she cedes herself to Spring.


I love how Spring awakens us…to dream, to paint…to rhyme

But no matter how much I love the Spring…she gives way to Summertime.


I love Summer’s excitement…and the  many ways she can enthrall?

But no matter how much I love the Summer…she acquiesces to the Fall…


And I love all those Fall colors…and how those Autumn breezes blow

But no matter how much I love the Fall…she can’t hold back the Winter’s snow…


For years now, after we retired, we thought it would be cool

To bring a lunch, every now and then, to our granddaughter…at her school.


She usually invites a friend to dine…we wave as they walk in the door

and we pretend we ‘re in a restaurant…at our table set for four.


Yesterday we brought their last lunch…(time can be both wonderful and cruel)

because this time together is over…they’re moving on to Middle School…


Minutes change to days…then months…new years come and go

We know seasons will continue to change…and all children will grow…


But we also know as each moment shifts from the present to the past

Every new first moment evolves from shadows of the last…


So we do our best to make a memory in the moment…this is our endeavor 

Knowing the moment will eventually end,

but the memory will last…forever.


And we took these memories with us…as we headed out the door

A little sad this season’s over…


wondering what next season has in store.

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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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We ran across some old photo albums of our children the other day and were amazed how time has flown...

because our children are not children any more…

our children are all grown.


The proof was right before our eyes…yet we were still appalled

When did our children grow up…when did they get so tall?


When did the babies in these pictures grow into little boys?

Wasn’t it only yesterday they were playing with baby toys?


This baby with the blond hair…which occasionally had a curl…

when did she stop crawling…when did she become a little girl? 


We were there at the beginning and for all the times in between

Yet as we looked at our children in these photos we wondered…

when did they hit their teens…


As we continued looking at more pictures, we continued wondering when…

When did our little girl turn into a woman?

when did our little boys turn into men?


And as we sat together reminiscing…

looking at the same pictures over and over again

We thought how some of the fondest memories in life begin with…remember when.


And we were glad we were there to make those memories…

and we swore we’d do it all again…

for another chance to sit together…

another the chance to remember when…


But when we picked up next album…

and turned the pages we were appalled….

When did we get four grandchildren?

And when did they get so tall?





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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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