A faithful wife of thirty years,
My brother, the last of my childhood family, I hold dear.
My sons, in whom, I am so very proud.
My marriage, in which I am strictly vowed.
My new daughter who is bright as the day.
My new grandson who is on the way.
I have suffered, I have loss.
Yet I continue to kneel at the cross.
The people I love; that I hold dear,
Continue sustainment throughout the years.
My advise is simple and strait to speak of;
Hold fast to all of those that you love.
The table in the poker room
was smokey, silent, full of gloom.
One seat open, I sat down,
and quickly ordered Coke and Crown.
A few hands in I hit a boat
and all my rivals I then smote.
A single rival called my hand
to see the cards that I would land.
He told me I was very good,
his kindness, though, I misunderstood.
He had a plan I did not know.
On that count I was very slow.
A few hands more, I had to try
to bluff into a winning prize.
Played just like my winning hand
no other rival made a stand.
I pulled the pot with youthful glee.
I was on a winning spree.
A few hands further, feeling fine,
I tried again yet one more time.
My single rival called once more
and I was turned from rich to poor.
I left the room and saw him grin
as I could only hang my chin.
My wife, who is my closest confidant and best friend, is beautiful, smart, funny, kind, patient, and compassionate. You, however, do not want her because God, in His infinite wisdom, created her just for me, and me just for her. Neither of us would work with anyone else.
My brother, who has his quirks just like me, is there for me every time I need him, and I for him as well. We share the bond of philadelphia well. We know and understand each other in a way no one else can comprehend. But you would not want him because God, in His infinite wisdom, knew that we were meant to be brothers and none other would fit.
My children, now grown and better men than me, still share a wonderful relationship with me, their mother, and each other. While the each have their own strengths and weaknesses, their hearts are good, their minds clear, and their members willing and able to do what is right. But you would not want them because God, in His infinite wisdom, gave them to me and their mother alone to love, teach, encourage, and prepare. In any other home they would be different people; not to say bad people or worse people, but different people. They are now who they were, have always, been meant to be.
I know what I am about to write is not really in the spirit of the prompt, but I would still like to share a May 4 story. It is the story of a young man who was an outstanding baseball pitcher in high school. He went to college as a pitcher, and was doing well, when he hurt his arm. Once back home he volunteered as the coach of a little league team. On May 4, 2012, on his way to a game, he was involved in an auto accident and lost his life. Now there is an annual pee wee tournament held in his honor. The world continues to turn, but we remember him. Though I did not use his name, if you have read this you know and remember him now as well.
I know why the caged bird did not sing
Without Rosa Parks,
there was no spark.
Without Martin Luther King,
there never was a dream.
Who were you?
A very small sample
to serve as example
of what we would miss
if they didn't exist.
Though abortion was wrong
when they came along;
How might we mourn
had they not been born?
How many more
would we now adore
without the decree
We cannot miss
what did not exist.
Yet I can't help but wonder
what that torn asunder
from the life giving womb
might have come to full bloom
and blessed all the world
like a priceless pure pearl.
The racist Mrs. Sanger,
an open air hater,
who started PP
with malevolent glee
and with full intent
did fully present
a plan like to other
to kill those of color.
And even today
there are those who would sway,
"It's not a life
you are already rife
with with bills you can't pay
and making your way.
So do what's best for you....
the world already has a Maya Angelou."
The Scarlet Letter
I know, you already read it. I, on the other hand, was a typical teen of the 80's who was more interested in girls and sports than anything else. It was not until my twenties that my English teacher of a sister talked me into reading Stephen King, Stephen King soon turned to Dean Koontz, and Dean Koontz soon turned to anything I could get my hands on. By my thirties I was regularly reading a book a week. Yet, through it all, I never turned to the classics until my forties.
I have read hundreds of good books over the years, but The Scarlet Letter is the best. The reason for this is a personal one; the character of Arthur Dimmesdale deeply resonated with me and transformed the book from simply a good read to an intense personal journey of discovery.
Which leads me to the main point I would like to make. Only you can decide what the greatest book is because it must speak you alone in a special way. Books, like poetry and art, must speak to your own soul in order for it to be great. My favorite painting is Nighthawks by Edward Hopper because it speaks to my soul, yet you may not like it at all. My favorite poem is Annabel Lee by Edger Allan Poe, because it speaks to my soul, yet it may mean nothing to you.
That is what makes literature so wonderful; it has to be personal and meaningful to the reader and, if it is, it is great to you...and that is all that matters.
It doesn't get better. We live in a broken world of decay that will slowly and surely wear you down. You will have health issues that get worse as the years pass. You will lose people who are near and dear to you along the way. As you grow older you will more plainly see the insanity of the mob, the hypocrocy of leaders, and the sheer stupidity of the uninformed. You will continuously grow weary as the days drag on until, one day, you will long for the exit from this world. You will, however; endure it all, because you will find joy in the little things and in the ones you love. You will hold fast to memories that are precious, friends who are dear, and hope that springs eternal. There will be moments that you ask yourself if it is all worth it, and you will endure. There will be moments the world will make you sad to be a member of the human race, and you will endure. There will be moments you feel ready to depart, and you will indure.
It doesn't get better and it doesn't get easier, but YOU WILL ENDURE.
To Fear Or Not To Fear
Essential, that is what I am considered. I have not stopped. I have not slowed. The only changes I experience is that I now can not sit in my favorite reseraunt or go to the movies. This will be the first year in a great many I will not get to see a game at my favorite major league ballpark.
I have not worn a mask, but I see the many who do. There are those who are afraid for themselves, those who are afraid for others, and those who do not care. I suppose I am of the latter category, though I do not mock or judge those who differ from me. I know this thing, (I prefer to think of it as a thing), has devastated and killed. So did the heart attack that took my father, the stroke that took my mother, the cancer that took my sister.
We are weak. We are mortal. We rarely, if ever, get to choose when, where, or how we die. We often ignore death as if we think the reaper will pass us by as long as we keep our head down.
But he will not.
He lurks all around us: In the car we drive, the food we eat, the electrical socket we plug things into, the tools we use. He is on the surfaces we touch and the in air we breath all the time. He even lives within us, and he gets closer with each passing beat of the heart.
Fear is a paralyzing agent. Fear can cause sickness in and of itself. It can cause mental problems that last a lifetime. Fear holds us back from the things we would do, keeps us from those we care about, and prevents us from living our lives. Fear is the true enemy we now face, but as a great president once said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
I understand that I have been hinting around the edges of an idea that may not be popular, but I am not as calous as some may believe. There are those in my life I care about deeply, who are among the most vulnerable of us, that I have only spoken to by phone in recent weeks. We must do everything in our power to protect the most susceptible, but I also beleive very strongly that we must be able to live our lives.
I may get sick. I might even die from this thing. But I will not live in fear of it. I will do what I can to protect the vulnerable, but I will continue to live my life to the best of my ability. I do not beleive that makes me a horrible person. It simply makes me my own person.
I know that the movie was not your first choice,
and the concert we went to, to you, was just noise.
The place where we ate was, by no means, your fave,
and the bar that we frequent does not make you rave.
The hair in the sink sometimes drives you insane,
and my lack of discretion can cause you the same.
From tracks on the carpet to clothes on the floor,
you never show signs that you ever are sore.
Forgetfull and thoughtless are words that describe,
all the folks known to belong to my tribe.
A-million-and-one are the things that I do,
that turns your complexion a bright, reddish hue.
But you "grin and bare" all the things I can throw,
and still, proudly, claim that I am your beau.
So, thank you for staying this twenty-odd years,
for we've beaten the demons; and all of our fsears.
I know that the road we are on goes both ways,
and we both have the good and the bad in our days.
We each have our own private burden to bear,
and each of us; more than just willing to share.
The life that we've built has not been a mistake,
for we both made the promise to never forsake.
My heart, sometimes broken, sometimes not in line,
will always, forever, be yours, for all time.
Girl Crush-Little Big Town (for my wife)
I've got a girl crush
Don't mind admiting as much
I think of her all the time
Dream of making her mine
I got it real bad
without her my life is sad
her smile and her free laugh
I can hear it right now
I want to taste her lips
Yeah cause they taste so sweet
I want to wrap myself
up in her body heat
I love her long blonde hair
I love her magic touch
Yeah cause a love like this
Don't come around none too much
I've got a girl crush