Commercialized Holidays

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Valentines Day, Mothers, Day,

Fathers Day, so many more.

What if we don’t get a Valentine or box of candy?

What if we don:t see all of our kids, or parents

or put flowers on their graves?

If we must have a special day to recognize those we love,

then our love is shallow and lacking.

If we do not recognize them on these “special days”.

We are not appreciative, thoughtless…

Think of those you love every day, tell them every day,

love them every day. All of your lives will be much richer.

Today, I did not eat with all my kids,

I put flowers on my mom’s grave and my then-15 year old sons.

Today, I stood in line to eat lunch with part of them,

my lonely father order food he didn’t want and didn’t eat.

Having a friend take a photo of my son and I with my flowers.

Or my son showing me bullfrog tadpoles, meant much more.

Remember how short time is and how much today means.

Take the little treasures and keep them, for soon they slip away.

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the Comercialized Special Days

 

 

 

 

Valentines Day, Mothers, Day, Fathers Day, so many more.

 

What if we don’t get a Valentine or box of candy?

 

What if we don:t see all of our kids, or parents

 

or put flowers on their graves?

 

 

 

If we must have a special day to recognize those we love,

 

then our love is shallow and lacking.

 

If we do not recognize them on these “special days”.

 

We are not appreciative, thoughtless…

 

 

 

Think of those you love every day, tell them every day,

 

love them every day. All of your lives will be much richer.

 

Today, I did not eat with all my kids,

 

I put flowers on my mom’s grave and my then-15 year old sons.

 

 

 

Today, I stood in line to eat lunch with part of them,

 

my lonely father order food he didn’t want and didn’t eat.

 

Having a friend take a photo of my son and I with my flowers.

 

Or my son showing me bullfrog tadpoles, meant much more.

 

 

 

Remember how short time is and how much today means.

 

Take the little treasures and keep them, for soon they slip away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Valentines Day, Mothers, Day, Fathers Day, so many more.

 

What if we don’t get a Valentine or box of candy?

 

What if we don:t see all of our kids, or parents

 

or put flowers on their graves?

 

 

 

If we must have a special day to recognize those we love,

 

then our love is shallow and lacking.

 

If we do not recognize them on these “special days”.

 

We are not appreciative, thoughtless…

 

 

 

Think of those you love every day, tell them every day,

 

love them every day. All of your lives will be much richer.

 

Today, I did not eat with all my kids,

 

I put flowers on my mom’s grave and my then-15 year old sons.

 

 

 

Today, I stood in line to eat lunch with part of them,

 

my lonely father order food he didn’t want and didn’t eat.

 

Having a friend take a photo of my son and I with my flowers.

 

Or my son showing me bullfrog tadpoles, meant much more.

 

 

 

Remember how short time is and how much today means.

 

Take the little treasures and keep them, for soon they slip away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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M’Lady

She looked down at her beautiful green eyes, the look of thick black eyeliner around them and smiled.

“Oh, my beautiful!” she sighed, Parting is such sweet sorrow!” M’Lady’s whirls of black seemed to shimmer in the light. That picture would remain with her each day.

The tabby rubbed her legs, and purred. Sonja picked her up and scratched her under her chin as M’Lady looked up at her as if she were in heaven.

she could take her with her to the Bahamas.

 

“I wonder if she has any idea that I am going on vacation for a month?” Sonya though.

She glanced at her suitcases, wishing she could take her along.

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Outside My Window

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Outside my window

I smiled as I pointed the irises out to my son on our way to the bus stop.

“There must be over 100.” I told him. “My grandmother got the rootstock from grandpa’s aunt, the rootstock of those irises are over 100 years old!”

“Flowers can live that long?” he said.

I explained how the rootstock of a iris grow and multiplies, much like people or animals.

I told him their names: Portwine, Lilac Bush, Sunshine. I looked at him, how life goes on, if we are lucky. I thought of how fragile we are, how that one plant living a hundred years ago meant that 100 plants were living today.

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Estate Sale

Copyright-Ted Strutz

Today, an estate sale sign sat in the yard of my childhood friend. Thirty years ago, we all loved to go to Katie’s house. Wonderful memories filled my heart.

I stopped and walked in the door to the sale. It was as if I had gone back in time. Picking a few things that I remembered, I paid for them and returned to my car.

My hands were shaking. How quickly life goes by. Those treasures now sit on my mantle. What will happen to them if, one day, an estate sale sign sits in front of my house?

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Rainbows and Susets-a Season’s Jester

Rainbows and Susets-a Season's Jester

Certainly, spring had arrived in the mountains, the trees are filled with blossoms, pale green leaves, a sprinkling of leprechaun green leaves that seemed determined to be first. Yet, the most striking sign of spring seems to be the sunset, orange, upon a tapestry of blue and gray. A rainbow, accentuating the palette of springs colors, with orange again, taking the lead. Looking out over the mountains, one can almost feel the warmth outside, after all, it is May. Yet looks can be deceiving. Just as orange reminds us of autumn’s chill, green reminds us of spring’s warmth. Yet today, it is 51 degrees outside. A sunset, a rainbow, a photograph, all can be jesters in natures bounty of life.

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Personal Space

Personal space is different in various places around the world.  i have found that Americans and Eastern Europeans like a “personal Space” of nearly two feet, and will back up as if you are “in their face; if you get closer, even in a casual conversation, or upon an introduction to someone.  In Hispanic cultures and Western European cultures, people stand much closer when speaking and are offended when we “get out of my face Americans”  take a step back as they speak to us.

I have often wondered how “persona space becomes a habit among different cultures. Perhaps, we should look around and see what the locals are doing before we decided just where to stand!

This is response to a prompt on personal Space at the following link:

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/01/daily-prompt-personal-space/

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