Grandma's Table...

Gathered around Grandma's table,

Three generations of our family.

Sharing that special meal saved

For this one annual holiday.

Gentleness borne of loving thoughts

Easy conversation shared

Stories told, laughter follows,

It seems that they are always paired.

The bounty of the harvest

Spread out upon the table,

Hopes of togetherness abound

Calling us to come if we are able.

Sharing the food we always have,

The ritual we always keep,

Sitting there afterward and talking

And wanting to lie down and sleep.

The boys go out and throw the ball,

It's a beautiful autumn day,

While Grandma washes dishes,

And puts the food away.

As the sunlight leaves us

And the evening draws nigh...

Grandma surveys the scene,

And sighs a gentle sigh....

Another holiday meal is over

A feast shared with those held dear

Gracing, again, Grandma's table...

And looking forward to next year.

Peace at last, settles in...

Grandma's table is empty now,

Only the memories of the day remain..

And the love, at this table, shared..

Sweet Child O'Mine..

Precious Little Child, Sweet Child O'Mine..

Your eyes twinkle like the stars that shine..

The inner beauty that shows in your face,

Is borne of the joy that is your grace...

Alive and living and learning so many things..

The sound of your voice gives my heart wings.

I was there for your birth, Sweet Child O'Mine,

I was there for your birth, an event so divine.

How fast you've grown, and gotten so tall,

It's hard to remember when you were just small.

You learn so quickly, and you love so well,

Beauty so bewitching, you cast a spell...

Living so sweetly, and now out of my dreams,

And into real life, so very busy, it seems.

How can I touch you, what words will you hear?

What secret password will gain me entrance to your sphere?

How lovely the light, that glows in your soul,

And when we are together, the days, so full..

Guided by love and light and life and reasons...

We relish each day, and all of the seasons.

How I cherish the memories of your sweet baby days,

Even as I watch you growing, in my loving gaze...

Taller and prettier and kind and loving as can be,

You'll always be my Baby Noelle-y to me!

A House Full of Boys..

Today I’m celebrating

One of life’s special joys:

Saturday afternoon…

And a house full of boys!

College football on TV

Little one throwing the ball

“World of Warcraft” too…

I’m enjoying it all!

Kettle corn on the floor

And ground in the rug

A boy walks by me

And gives Grandma a hug.

Fingerprints on the table,

Red and sticky, mark the spot,

Where the little one sat,

His quesadilla was too hot.

Pillows from the sofa,

Scattered around on the floor,

Long-legged boys watching football

Come in slamming the door.

Two go outside

To throw the ball

Two still inside,

And I’m watching it all.

The house, so empty

On so many days,

Seems suited to boys

In so many ways.

Plenty of space

To spread out and play

Plenty of things

To move out of the way.

Good boys they all are

Even though strong-willed,

Keep them busy and happy

Give ‘em Legos to build.

And when it’s all over

And they must go…

I hope they remember

Grandma loves them so!

Happy Birthday....

Happy Birthday....

September is here again, with the bittersweet memories attached. My mother was born in September, and died in September, two weeks after her 65th birthday....

She was a one-of-a-kind, my mother. I have never met anyone quite like her. She was intelligent, beautiful, and creative, and yet, lost and sad at the same time. She loved photograpy and took most of the pictures of me that are on my profile page.

She came from a tragic family, and that tragedy shaped her choices for the rest of her life. She wanted to be surrounded by beauty,and so she planted roses and other flowers. She shunned the darkness and tried to live in the sunlight. She loved musicals, she loved to read, and she loved to travel.

I think about her often and I talk to her, too. I wear her engagement ring on a chain around my neck. It is amazing how many people have asked me about that ring, and what it means. And maybe this poem, that I wrote this morning in a fit of tears, will explain..

I wish I had the notes you once wrote,

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I could remember how you smelled,

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I could touch that soft dress you wore,

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I’d said “I love you” more…

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I had listened more closely,

When you talked about your hopes and dreams,

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I had a recording of your voice,

With the soft, lilting way you said your words,

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I could brush your hair again,

And place it in a cascading pile

On top of your perfectly-shaped head

But you’ll be around forever.

I wish I had said the things I wanted to say,

And told you what you needed to hear.

I wish I had gotten in your face,

And defied you, just for once

So you would know that I am strong

And that my heart cannot be swayed

And that my courage will prevail…

But I was wrong and didn’t know it then…

You could not be around forever!

Happy Birthday, Momby!