What a joy to have one of my 10 grand-daughters staying with us. Hailey is 9 going on 30 she is at times so grown up and other times just a little girl. She wants to learn everything, and she knows what she wants from her visit with us..."Peace and quiet", you see she has a high energy brother, and her life is full of commitments, her time is never her own, so when she is here she rests and futzes around with her favorite doll and watches Musicals. this time it is Oklahoma and she does not get dressed until noon or after, she is perfectly happy doing nothing...We love her and would like her to do more with us but, alas we also know she needs this down time. We have great conversations about science and her school studies.
Oh to be a little girl again, I was spoiled and disciplined, oops I forgot about my fathers wrath, oh my I would not like it when my father was upset with me. Oh yes I remember, I was a willful child, I got into a lot of trouble--My mother and father worked as a team, I did not get away with much, actually I do not think I got away with anything. Raising their child was foremost in their minds, it was a job they did in earnest; I am a better person because of their sacrifice. Look at me now a sweet old lady who is compulsive with additive tendency's and for some reason needs to write. My parents had a job to do, I loved and respected them for their integrity and determination; and the constant and unfailing love they "both" gave me. I have a fine husband and family, we have five children and twelve grandchildren. I thank my parents they led the way by example, they taught me the value of family. I was a lucky little girl.
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again