Joy In The Morning

Joy in the Morning

Laughter in the afternoon

Love- every moment

Christ-is our Savior

Family-our hope

The Prophets-our guides

The Gospel-our road map

The Church-is our glue

Mother-our dearest friend

What more do we need?

Angel

The Ghost in the Attic

I had a metamorphosis

I gave away my pain.

I vowed to act with mercy.

Anger put me to shame

Now Angel has come home to me.

I have no time to spare

I had her dressed in aubergine

With violets in her hair.

Her dress was like the stardust

The Pleiades would wear.

She brought with her the metatron

 Phosphorus was his name.

We knew him first as Morning Star

Life here is not the same.

I thought to go to Darien

But I am laid out flat.

I saw her ghost in my old yard

My thoughts have all gone splat!

Old Women

To Be Old (On a Bad Day)

If I could pick a perfect world        

I’d not be sick or angry.     

I’d jump and skip and run to show

my kids That I’m not crazy

I’d surely skip the seven sins       

To Heaven I’ll be heading.           

Regardless of the consequence 

Of all the books I’m reading.

I’m just so happy I can say.                                   

I’m grateful for the many

Friends I’ve met along the way    

Too bad you have not any

Forever Memories

Favorite Memories

Families are fun-

Sometimes just plain nuts.

But we’ve had our good times.

Remember feeding the giraffes in Hawaii;

The long, dry tongue wrapping around our wrists,

licking food from our hands?

Remember chasing peacocks in the park and squealing when they turned and

 started to chase us instead?

Remember brothers dangling spiders in front of sisters

Or wrapping headless snakes around their sister’s necks?

Shudder! I do!

Remember little boys taking bubble baths, making bubble mustaches and beards; sailing

Rubber duckies in the poison foam?

Remember getting up at 4:30 to drive to balloon fiesta to sit on a roof and watch balloons

Drift by?

Burrr

Remember the gift of dipping chocolates and pulling taffy at family home evening with the

Fatherless boys just before Christmas?

Remember sharing the Gospel as missionaries

To others wanting Forever Families.

Forever memories.

I Love Those Endorphins!

 

When you think about

Counting your blessings

Where do you begin?

The Gospel and the Savior come first

Of course;

Closely followed by a dozen grandchildren,

Some day.

Family and friends and circumstances

Make you who you are.

But then—

The habits, you place on your doorstep

The addictions controlling pleasure

What is your choice?

Gardening?

Hiking?

Quilting?

Are all addicting.

Chocolate? (It’s an opioid, did you know?)

Green Chili?

What can I say?

I love them all.

But it isnt Kansas

 

There’s no place like home

In Indiana.

The cornfields spread out

Over the prairie.

Crows sit in peace waiting for

The golden ears.

One would think they thought

It was for them that

It was planted.

The icy winds blowing across the plains

Warm in the Spring sunshine

Most days.

God’s charity brings gratitude

From the friends of the earth,

Health to the natives and

Joy  to us all.

Thank you

He has a free Pass

 

When I think of love

I think of Susan.

I think of my family

And  grandchildren.

I think of Christ and the Atonement.

I think of my neighborhood,

And my puppy.

What an example of love each has been

In my life;

An education

 in my world and

in My path into Eternity

With the temple I can take them with me

Except for the puppy