will turn a heart to stone
try as I will
to not let it
days like today,
it does not just permeate
with the stink of inhumanity.
it kicks relentlessly at the chamber
to gain entrance
Prayers I have prayed for peace on Earth
my entire life prayers asking God for peace
solitude to settle
blue marble in
our galaxy, a tiny speck in the universe…
I feel my heart
hardening… like the slick
of a volcanic crater where I once
walked…years ago, in the Arizona
today, my anger rises
a fellow countryman-
blood spilled in savagery on
another desert sand…
I pray for his peace
Sodom and Gomorrah
was the lesson not
This time You gave me a Mountain
It was a scorching Texas summer afternoon and I was in the pool. The water cold,
taking the edge off what might turn into a tan once the sunburn healed…that never happened to me. Music was playing on the stereo on my balcony-three floors up. My bathing suit was orange velour-one piece with high neck with a gold zipper with a heart-shaped pull, extending from the neckline to the waist.
It was uncommon to have an afternoon off in August. That was the second busiest season of the year for an apartment manager in a college town. My boys splashed in the shallow end of the pool while I floated on my back in deeper water.
The radio disc jockey broke in to the song and in the background Elvis crooned a sad ballad.
“This time Lord You gave me a Mountain”…then the collective breaths in the pool and poolside
My chest tightened and a lump formed in my throat as burning tears flooded my eyes.
Just like that the King of Rock and Roll was gone.
I was twenty-nine years old when he died on the floor of his bathroom that night in Tennessee.
It does not matter how many years have passed since the afternoon in the pool when for a moment my world stopped spinning, I stopped hearing and could not see through tear-filled eyes. I have lived more
years since that day than the number of years I was alive on that day.
When I listen to the radio now, mostly it is to hear the old songs, the songs that shaped my thoughts on life and love…
I still listen to the King and every now and then I feel the lump start in my throat and the tears in my eyes.
I woke up early for a Saturday but
not as early
as I, as a rule, do.
The weather today:
typical Texas late June,
90’s with high humidity.
This litany of weather will remain
more or less unchanged
except the final degree of heat,
as it ascends to the
century mark and beyond…
I slipped out in the early hours, to the garden
to gather anything I found
a double handful of green bush beans,
Serrano and jalapeno peppers, abound-
almost thirty orange cherry tomatoes
glow like amber jewels to be plucked,
six full size tomatoes
that will join the
plentiful harvest on
three wooden shelves
in the sunny, western facing
Below that window rests
two buckets bearing more…
I make salsa
or spaghetti sauce.
The crop was good this Spring.
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My very wise father, Floyd Harrison, gave me this advice when I was about 16 years old, when weekends cut into dating time, ” find a team and root for that team-win or lose, that will be your team! Learn everything about your team! Men love football and will appreciate a woman who also does.”
I could not pick just one. I picked the The Pittsburgh Steelers – I picked Terry Bradshaw!…but, I also picked the Dallas Cowboys… and it was okay until the times they suited up against each other.
Super Bowls sometimes left me a sodden wreck! I did not want either one to lose-instead of always having one of my teams win. I could scarcely be happy if one of my teams got a first down against the other!
My Daddy… I sorely miss you today and everyday! Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.
My extended family, a
great grandson’s mom, died last night of
a heroin overdose.
She was twenty one.
Her son, Caleb, is five
Holli, his sister, is about two.
Will they remember and miss their mom?
Her Mother is a Facebook friend of mine
and she will grieve this loss forever…
I grieve the loss of my own
who left no children behind
only parents, a brother and so many nieces, nephews, friends,
I grieve tonight for a Mother
and small children who will
never remember their Mama
except through other’s memories
R.I P. Hali
May Angels hold you in their arms tonight…
The sky, still darkened, sent
thunder in waves
tucked in for the night
I stretched to see the clock
Yawning, I turn over
to await the promised
No alarm this morning
awakened by only soft dappled light
streaming through the white curtains
Grab coffee- warm creamy and comforting, then
out to admire the urban garden we
aspire to- rather than lawn that must be maintained.
Small chickadees play chase between the birdfeeders
and the tall ash tree from the neighbor’s yard, while a squirrel
clucks as she plans her next move.
The rain shower last evening brought out snails that I pluck from
green corn leaves; now
the corn is taller than me!
We have an outing with friends planned for later this morning
so I cannot linger in this place
where I could easily spend my lifetime….