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It Takes These Things to Heal (Poetry, Memoir)

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This poem is inspired by my beautiful and amazing daughter who came to visit me in the hospital when I was sick… her love is all the medicine I need.

I love you, Sissy! And thank God for you every day ()-:) xoxox Mommy xoxoxo

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My daughter and I lay side by side

In a narrow hospital bed,

Her brown eyes gaze into mine

As she solemnly presents:

A carefully colored get-well card,

An old picture of my Dad,

The latest news about Taylor Swift.

 

A picture of my Dad

Posed next to the Christmas tree…

Looking supafly in plaid bell bottoms,

Did Dad know I was the surprise in his stocking?

That next year he would be a father for the first time—

To a rebellious daughter

Who sang out of tune on purpose,

And sang in tune when no one was watching—

Who tested patience, and flunked

 

That daughter that grew into a young woman…

Who stood under a wishing star,

The flickering light reached a dark spot

I closed my eyes, and threw my heart into the heavens,

Just off a meandering trail

Someone else was wishing too..

And caught my rebellious heart,

Together we would begin a life,

Have a beautiful baby…

 

My baby girl came into the world laughing,

She was born unafraid—

Her antics kept me racing

The floorboards shook with large feet chasing after smaller

The tired sigh of exhaustion,

The sail of black hair would collapse against her narrow shoulders,

And almond shaped eyes would finally shudder

Giving way to sleep, thumb hanging from rosebud mouth

 

My daughter and I sing together,

When angry we crescendo,

our voices hammer to the beat

Then reunite over tearful ballads

Wondering what Taylor Swift song we are living out today.

 

But right now, there is only the hush of breath–

I am recovering from surgery

An IV snakes through my arm,

A small hand winds through plastic tubing

Holding me close, lest I break.

 

It takes these things to heal—

A carefully colored get-well card,

A picture of my Dad

The latest news about Taylor Swift…

The love of my daughter.

 

In Our Hearts, © 2013.

 

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August 18, 2017 at 2:39 am Leave a comment

Quote: When You Remember Me

“When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.

It means you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles stand between us.” — Frederick Buechner

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FAMILY GENEALOGY ACTIVITY:

How do you want others, your family to remember YOU?

Your life, and memories are precious! Leave a legacy of love for your family with one of the following ways to prerserve your memory:

*Create a scrapbook with photographs, momentos, written comments, newspaper articles, recipes and other special items. Invite your family members to add to the scrapbook.

*Create a journal of important or memorable events in your life. OR purchase a journal– some journals include questions or prompts to write about, that can be helpful. A journal can be composed of written entries or may be a visual journal with photographs or clip art.

*Create an online blog, pinterest page, or use other social media to connect with family members and save precious memories

*Create a CD of music–especially music that was important or meaningful to you

*Reach out to family members to share, talk, play games…form a connection so they feel welcome to ask questions

ANY MORE IDEAS? PLEASE SHARE IN THE COMMENTS BELOW! Thank-you 🙂

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March 6, 2013 at 5:59 pm Leave a comment

Ancestors Approved Award: What I Have Learned

I’ve received the Ancestors Approved award from Footsteps of the Past. Thanks for thinking of me, this is an awesome idea!

I’m suppose to share 10 things about my ancestors that have surprised, humbled or enlightened me and share this award with 10 other bloggers…(deep breath) so here goes!

1. I found the ancestor of the slaveholder online, and our paths crossed doing genealogy… We shared alot of the same curiosity and love for our families. She apologized for her ancestor’s role in slavery and it came to me so strongly, it’s not your fault–you weren’t even alive then. It was an amazing place to be, coming from two very different families, but both standing together in this moment in time as equals, and being able to answer questions for each other.

2. I am always humbled, touched and heartened to meet with or speak with the Elders in my family…your life stories and memories are precious. Thank-you for taking the time to share with me ❤

3. Surprised to find traces of my ancestors in the faces of my children..and enjoying watching our family grow and become more diverse

4. Absolutely blessed to connect to my cousin Nile, she is my sister and my friend. I enjoy our conversations and adventures digging up family history.

5. Humbled to visit Moundville, Alabama, and learn about the Indians who once lived there, and what life was like long ago. My uncle said our Indian ancestors were farmers and lived between the Warrior and Cohabee (Cahaba) Rivers…close to this area. http://moundville.ua.edu/

6. Really proud to share our heritage for nationality day at my son’s preschool! I dressed him up as a farmer with blue jeans and a straw hat, with a boll of Alabama cotton tucked in the front pocket.

7. Always surprised when a small tidbit of information turns into a huge lead where I find a lost relative or uncover a hidden story

8. Still wondering about my mysterious Ford relatives in Perry, Dallas and Jefferson Counties (AL). Have not found one trace of my great-grandfather, Pettus Ford…one day I hope to meet more of my Ford relatives!

9. Open to learning more..and I love to hear about other families and their stories.

10. I want to encourage my relatives to contact me if you would like to share something or post here.Some ideas: photos, favorite memories, favorite verses/song lyrics/Scripture, recipes, your hopes/dreams, what you would want future generations to know about you…this page is for you!

Many Blessings, In Our Hearts

Visit Footsteps of the Past: http://footstepspast.blogspot.com

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July 21, 2011 at 2:13 am 1 comment

Big Bird and the Jungle Underwear (Poetry, Memoir)

To Dad, Happy Father’s Day

To a six year old, the 12 foot statue of Big Bird
Towering in the middle of the department store
Looks as fearsome as any prehistoric beast
I am terrified of his massive size,
His eyes are black as hornet stingers.

I have nightmares about Big Bird coming to life,
The linoleum quakes beneath his massive orange feet
The classical music they play in the store, is lost
In the high-pitched furor of his tweet
Big Bird plucks me up as if I am a worm,
Opens his razor-sharp beak
Then hurls me into a tunnel of blackness…
I wake up kicking my legs against Big Bird’s fleshy tonsils
It was just a dream or was it?
A yellow feather escapes from beneath the covers,
Tickling my toes.

I don’t care if I wear the same socks and underwear
‘Til all that remains is a few stretched threads—
I am not going in that store
Until Big Bird is roasted and served with gravy!

Then one day, the inevitable happens,
“Time to get you some socks and underwear”
I begin to tremble from head to toe
Big Bird stands guard over the pink polka dotted panties,
He’d wait until Dad announces my size
Then decide I have grown just right, my stick thin body filling out
My clumsy feet now tearing holes through my socks
Yummm, tender morsel…
In one gulp, I’d be done for!

I am not going. No way.
I will wear my brother’s underwear if I have to!
Dad can’t understand why I am being so stubborn,
He thought little girls like to go shopping,
That he could bribe me with an ice-cream cone
I am not going, no way!
Well, I really like bubble gum ice-cream…
How about the cone with the chocolate chips….
Maybe I will dangle one toe into the store,
Squeeze my eyes shut and make a run for it.

As Dad and I walk into the store,
Big Bird’s massive head turns towards us,
His eyes fix onto me like poisonous stingers
A booming voice fills the room
“We’re going to get you some jungle underwear today.
You know, like Tarzan wears. How about size ‘gorilla’?”

I did not know anything could be worse than Big Bird,
Now Dad is embarrassing me in front of everyone
Talking about “jungle underwear”
I wish Big Bird would swallow me up!

I dash into a rack of clothes as Dad loudly proclaims
“You know Superman wears jungle underwear…”
When I peek out, Big Bird is laughing at me.

Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?,
I beg, I don’t think Mr. Hooper sells
Socks and underwear in his store,
I will be safe there.

Dad starts to whistle as he walks down the aisles,
Big Bird winks at me, opens one yellow wing wide
I hide in his downy softness,
While Dad picks out my “jungle underwear”.

Then Dad and I leave the store walking side by side,
I run to keep up with Dad’s long stride
The plastic bag of “jungle underwear” and socks
Bang against my hip with every small leap
I imagine the ice-cream cone that will soon be mine,
Topped with banana, popular in the jungle.

In Our Hearts, © 2010

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I love you, Dad!

I inherited my gift of storytelling from my Dad, who is always making up funny stories and jokes.

Dad never knew how terrified I was of the Big Bird statue in the store (as a child), I would never admit it… I lost that fear when Dad started talking about “jungle underwear”. My Dad is always cracking jokes but with a straight face, so you tend to believe him until you are caught up in one of his tall tales!

My Dad is a wonderful grandfather to the kids. He sneaks them ice-cream for breakfast when he is babysitting, and lets Nora read to him all day (she is like a school teacher, ordering Grandpa to sit on the couch then piling up the books!). He plays board games with the kids and takes them to the library or garage sales. When I get home, the house is a mess, and everyone is pointing fingers at everyone else… It is the best feeling to sigh really loud, and act all stern (hiding a smile) and feel the sense of “home” surround me — worn in all the right places with love. Kids clean up. Make Grandpa a lunch for work (and put a cartoon inside his lunch bag just as he did for me as a child). Ready for another adventure?

I pray my kids will be able to see Grandpa, and the rest of the family soon. Circumstances have kept us apart but God will bring us back together (Isaiah 49). Happy Father’s Day Dad! And to my children, I love you always ❤

June 19, 2010 at 7:54 pm 1 comment

Happy Memorial Day

Thank-You could not say enough to the brave men and women in our armed forces, and to the Veterans who have bravely fought to preserve a free & democratic America for us, and for future generations. Happy Memorial Day, and God Bless!

The liberties of our Country, the freedom of our civil constitution are worth defending at all hazards: And it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have receiv’d them as a fair Inheritance from our worthy Ancestors: They purchas’d them for us with toil and danger and expence of treasure and blood; and transmitted them to us with care and diligence. It will bring an everlasting mark of infamy on the present generation, enlightened as it is, if we should suffer them to be wrested from us by violence without a struggle; or be cheated out of them by the artifices of false and designing men. Of the latter we are in most danger at present: Let us therefore be aware of it. Let us contemplate our forefathers and posterity; and resolve to maintain the rights bequeath’d to us from the former, for the sake of the latter.” — Samuel Adams, Essay, written under the pseudonym “Candidus,” in The Boston Gazette (14 October 1771) .

Samuel Adams was an American revolutionary, who helped organize the Boston Tea Party. Adams was also governor of Massachusetts from 1793 to 1797.

May 31, 2010 at 5:27 am Leave a comment

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

* Love your family and your children, they are a gift from God.
* Remember your ancestors and those who walked before you, their prayers, work and love is the foundation for our lives.
* Thank God, our Heavenly Father, for we are His workmanship, made in His image. Our very lives, this world and everything in it is a manifestation of His great love.

Happy Mother’s Day to my children, I know we can’t be together but I love you very much, and pray that God will keep bring us together again. On that wonderful day we will be dancing, singing and getting merry like Christmas.

My children, I love you. I thank God for you everyday.

And to Grandma Dee, you have always been like a guardian angel in my life… My son is named after you. Everytime I hear the Blind Boys of Alabame sing “Mother Pray”, I think of you. You are deeply loved, rest in peace.

In Our Hearts, 2010.


“Mother Pray”

American Spiritual

How sweet and happy seem those days of which I dream
Memories I recall now and then
And with a rapture sweet my weary heart would beat
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be
It would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
Around the old homeplace her cherishing smiling face
Was always bringing comfort joy and cheer
And when she used to sing to her eternal King
It was the sound I loved to hear
If I could only hear my mother pray again
If I could hear her tender voice as then
How happy I would be
It would mean so much to me
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray again
If I could hear my mother pray again

May 7, 2010 at 1:53 pm Leave a comment

The 51st State: Vomit (Cute Kid Story)

Cute Kid Story:

My daughter is doing her school homework and looking at a map. She says to me, “Mommy look there is a state called Vomit!”

I look at the map, and see she is pointing at Vermont.

Gotta love kids!

In Our Hearts, 2010

February 12, 2010 at 5:11 am Leave a comment

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