Thursday, June 7, 2012

What Is Comfort?

Comfort Inn
Comfort Zone
Comfort Food
Words of Comfort
even
Southern Comfort
Being comfortable in life is essential
Like a pair of jeans that fit just right
Eating childhood foods
Peanut butter and jelly
Macaroni and cheese
Chocolate milk
What's more
Sipping a cup of soothing tea
Sleeping on that heavenly mattress
Sitting in the sun in your favorite chair
Or sitting in the back booth at the diner
Ordering the same food every time

What brings the most comfort in life
Is a friend like you
Your hand in mine

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Shifting Light

If you always do
What you've always done
Then you always get
What you've always got
Change is possible
When going down the road
A U-turn is permitted
It may feel like
Going against the tide
Moving in a new direction
Take notice of what you missed
Look for new opportunities
Don't be afraid
You'll land safely
Trusting in yourself
Change is possible
Don't hold back
You'll find peace
In the shifting light

Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Secret

Its a secret
Its not a secret anymore
I'm going to be a grandmother!
WOW!
Life growing inside the womb
A baby
It is the first baby in a long time
The first grandchild
The first great grandchild
The first great great grandchild
I wonder if it is a boy or a girl
I hope it is a boy
I think it is a girl
Either way I get what I want
What I hoped for
Or what I thought

My precious daughter
My first born
Now will be a mother too!
I, a grandmother
It is real
I pray for the new life
So much to look forward to
It is a breath of fresh air
My family welcoming a newborn
I feel proud
I can't wait to hold the baby
In my arms and tell
My precious grandchild
I Love You

Friday, May 11, 2012

A Penny In My Pocket

A penny
A penny
What's a penny?
An insignificant coin?
I count it
As good fortune
When I find a penny
On the ground
One
Two
Three
I have three pennies
In my pocket
I feel good
I feel blessed
I feel confident
When I put my hand
In my pocket
And feel the coins
Rub against each other
I know that
I am worth
So much more

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Hank’s Dying Story

Why Hank? Why Me?
Why did I have to be there?
The hospital
All I heard was Oakland Kaiser
He’s at Oakland Kaiser
He was not doing well
I told my daughter
She cried
“Not Hank, Not Hank.”
“I need to see him.”
I don’t know where he is.
So, I had to find him
Find him I did.
Room 623
In the worst shape possible
Did he know it was me?
Half of the time
But he knew two Leticias
He was trying to figure out which one
Many words
Some I understood
A repeated story
I already had heard
Held his hand
He was hanging on for dear life
Dear it was
He was fading fast
The small black box
Where is it?
Small black box
Second request
Nothing I could see
Minutes later
Under his arm
The button to push for relief of the agonizing pain
It was agonizing for me too
Oh, the black box
Gray and round
I felt responsible for his pain
Held his hand
Smoothed his hair
No brush
“I’m not doing it for the man.”
Sang songs
Insty spider
Sang last three word with me
You don’t have to be tough as nails, No
Tough as nails
Tough as nails
It is okay to let go
His last words to me
Two days before he died
Thank you
Insty Spider
Up the spout again

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Crunching Leaves

Stomp, Stomp, Stomp,
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch,
A favorite pastime from childhood
Crunching leaves
While we were walking home
My siblings and I
On a tree lined street
We would race to catch the next leaf
Even now, years later
The satisfaction is still the same
Crunching leaves
With every stomp I feel a release
Of energy and emotion
Like the popping bubble-wrap
Awwh, music to my ears
I feel like a kid again

Monday, April 30, 2012

A Lifetime of Memories

I don't remember life as it should be
What I do remember
My memory has become my own version of events
What I believe to be true
When I check the facts
Of family stories
They often differ
Than what my memory holds
I paint my own reality and
I am glad for my own happy outcomes
There are the dark memories
Which I am happy to forget
To let go of the pain and frustration
With the lost memory
This is prevalent in childbirth
That moment the baby cries
All is forgotten of the labor
I feel honored to have lived
Through this happy event three times
More happy memories to grow on
With an entire lifetime to remember or forget
I write to remember