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Along the Shore

Crashing waves, I remember
Many walks along the shore
Hand in hand we strolled through life
Facing storms and sunny days

A double rainbow lights the sky
I see your gentle spirit
Telling me your love transcends
Sea and sand along the shore

Brilliant hues against dark sky
Errant waters lap my toes
Feeling close but far away
I walk with you along the shore

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Sail on, my Captain

Sixteen years ago I wrote the following lighthearted poem in honor of my husband Roger and two friends, Roger and Mike, who raced our sailboat in the 1998 National Catalina Race held in Westbrook, Connecticut.  They took first for the tall rig division in all three races.  Yes, readers, the sailboat’s name was Sloopy, the inspiration for the fictional 36 foot sloop that Liz and Garret live aboard in Murder in Mystic, Murder in Newport and Two Headed Snake of Key West.  Our Sloopy was fast and my husband could make a mighty Margarita.

I am sharing this with you in memory of my husband, who passed away on July 1, 2014.  Sail on, my captain.

 

The pressure was on

To win a glass cup

Each silently prayed

He wouldn’t screw up

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The guy thing, you know

Machismo, at best

The challenge would come

They’d be put to the test

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The good Lord was laughing

As they hoisted the main.

These three would need blessings,

And more, it was plain

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Wine made from water

Was easy for sure,

But Roger, Mike, Roger

Three races endure?

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The task was immense

But these were nice guys

He raised His arms up

And Sloopy did rise.

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She raced to the finish

Three bullets to boot

Miracles do happen.

There’s proof in the loot.

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The lesson each learned,

To celebrate life

Believe in oneself

Be good to your wife.

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Ten Fingers, Ten Toes

Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes

Delicate lashes,  two eyelids closed

Bundle wrapped tightly, snuggled to Mom

God’s gift, a wonder, miracle born

 

A soul enters Earth, parents to guide

Journey, learning, a lifetime of growth

Mother obsessing, teaching with love

Babe grabs her heart, never to part

 

Adulthood arrives, a man departs

With roots and wings gifted from home

Fly away, son, and make your own way

You know that I love you forever

 

Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes

Delicate lashes,  two eyelids closed

Bundle wrapped tightly, snuggled to me

Thanks for two gifts, for I am called MOM

 

 

 

 

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Time for Summer thoughts and Garret’s Famous Key Lime Margarita

Fresh squeezed juice of 6 Key Limes

1 jigger of silver tequila

1 jigger of Triple Sec

1 jigger of Rose’s lime juice

Shake vigorously.  Pour over ice.

Float ½ jigger of Grand Marnier on top

Enjoy!  Repeat as needed!

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Easter Past

Below is a blog I wrote last year. It touches my heart because it reminds me of Happy Easters long ago. I want to share it again.

Easter Past

Early Spring dew blankets the sleepy landscape
Tires crunch gravel in pursuit of Easter treasure
Wide eyed children scan for plastic colored eggs
Four to compete

Grandpa waits with bags in hand
Money filled eggs hidden high and low
Three boys and a girl will run the race
Four to compete

Ham in the oven kielbasa in the pot
Hot cross buns in the warmer
Tantalizing breakfast smells tease hungry athletes
Four to compete

Tension builds as we all assemble
No peeking, not fair scold the parents
A nonchalant glance, who’d notice
Four to compete

It’s time. The bags are passed
Three boys and a girl race through the yard
Snatching pink, blue, green and yellow
“Til they complete

The four dump their bags on the living room floor
Tear open the eggs to count their reward
Two tallies to take- most eggs and most money
More to compete

Starved from the contest, gastric juices flow
The sumptuous bounty spread on the dining room table
Ten crack eggs for a winner, eat what we lose
Hunger full-filled

The children are grown, gone to carve out their destinies
Grandpa and Grandma moved to angel’s realm
Parents remain to eat ham and crack eggs
Four to compete

Round and Round

Round and Round

April 10, 2014

The gerbil wheel

Goes round and round

But never gets

To where it’s bound

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Forever chasing

Meaningless goals

Resulting loss

Selling our souls

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Steal the moment

Demand each Day

For time to laugh

Sing, dance and play

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The gerbil wheel

Goes round and round

We’ll never get

Where we are bound

Souls Unite

Darkest night

Souls unite

Melding minds

All mankind

 

Spirits passed

Souls recast

Godliness

Consciousness

 

Born of one

Father, son

Pre dawn light

Souls unite

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Intruder

Nothing good, only bills, in the stack of yesterday’s mail I flipped through on my way back to the house. The Fall air was crisp. Columns of steam curled from the frost covered grass where rays of morning sun danced through the trees.

I sensed a presence long before I saw him blocking my path to the back door. Terror froze time. Our eyes locked. Does he smell my fear?  I thought of running but there was no place to go.  In seconds he could attack and I would be dead.

As if by an unspoken agreement of mutual respect, the bear turned to his right and lumbered down the hill to the next house.  His slick black coat glistened in the sunlight when he stood on his powerful hind legs and shook the pear tree with his front paws until a shower of fruit fell at his feet. Like a toddler, he plopped on his bottom and ate the pears one by one until his belly was full.

That was my first encounter with the Granddaddy of black bears who caused the neighbors to buzz.    Humans can purchase a piece of property, but do not own the Earth.  Nature’s creatures roam free.  Man is the intruder.

FREEEEEEEEEEEBE

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