Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dad. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Dear Tina... I DID Warn You, Right?

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Really?

I have a step-sister and I like her very much;
We have met a few times now; we try to keep in touch.
Mostly it's through Facebook but I'm noticing, of late
She has started "liking" posts of symbols that I hate. 

Saw her just the other day (both parents have been ill;
She flew up to stay and help...  They're lucky that she will.)
We met at the Rehab - where I fear that I was rude -
Said I thought hers was an idiotic attitude.

She and I both took an oath and swore that we'd protect
And defend this country...  Therefore, with all due respect,
Why on earth would she choose to support another flag?
It's a hurtful, racist symbol, I began to nag.

"That's not what it stood for," she politely disagreed.
She said it meant something else before the slaves were freed.
Maybe so, but that IS what it symbolizes now.
Then I asked why she'd post Southern symbols anyhow?

Both of us are from the North...  I couldn't see the sense,
With the situation in society so tense,
Why she'd "like" the battle flag of rebels from the South
I'm afraid I lectured her...  I couldn't shut my mouth.

On and on, until the poor girl's eyes began to glaze:
False flag operations and the tricks that Putin plays.
Once I got to Sanskrit symbols used in ancient art
I could tell she wasn't gonna have a change of heart.

Looks as if we two must both agree to disagree,
'though I warned her she might still get snarky posts from me.
But, I'd best be careful not to make her really mad;
Not when she's the one who's down there, taking care of Dad.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Luckier Than Most



Photo: All of us and Dad.







Yesterday was Fathers' Day; we had a party here.
In attendance were the people whom I hold most dear.
Brothers, sisters, sons and husbands, nieces, moms and dad.
When I think of those who don't have this it makes me sad.

Sometimes I forget how very fortunate I am.
I obsess about something that doesn't mean a damn...
What a politician says, elections overseas,
Or the fact I'm getting old and have arthritic knees.

Next time that I'm ranting, feeling mad about the news,
I'll remember someone wishes they were in my shoes.
Member of a close-knit clan and, though I hate to boast,
I need to remind myself; I'm luckier than most.

Friday, March 08, 2013

Birthday Season

Happy 75th Birthday Mom...  I hope I got your genes.

This is birthday season; we'll be celebrating 4.
We've already had 2 parties - Sunday there's 1 more.
Last night was my mother's; she turned 70 + 5.
(We are very lucky; she's continuing to thrive.)

Dad's was here last weekend and my sister's party's next.
That one is at her house because everyone suspects
That I don't enjoy the fact the party's always here;
Think I'm lying saying it's my favorite time of year.

All I have to do is cook a meal and bake the cake.
While my sisters do the cleaning up, I take a break.
I enjoy the cooking part...  I really hate to clean,
But my sisters are the best at that I've ever seen.

One is great at decorating, one at mixing drinks.
I have much more fun at these than any of them thinks.
Plus, my house is cleaner than it was before they came.
Going to my sister's home will not feel quite the same.

The other 2 March birthday girls (and a very close approximation of my Dad.)