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Beebeesworld-such as it is.

Has the sun risen, once more amidst the constant storms, clouds, ominous warnings that life will not be easy or fair? Or is this moment just another tiny window, opened only for a microsecond to make me think that for even a moment my life will be like other people’s seem to be-like life should be? I believed-was taught to believe. Afraid not to believe that hard work brings about success more often than failure. Earnest prayers prayed for years and promises I have kept for years are not trashed along with my life and so much of what I have worked for.  For once, have I done something small that will not crash and burn before it even gets off the ground?  Only time will ‘. and I am deeply afraid of the answer, considering the way I have been treated in the past.

Nothing can fix the wrongs I have endure, the losses I have suffered, the pain that is my life, yet, still, I cling to the imagination that somehow, things will at least work better from now on.  That at least my efforts will be acknowledged.  That simply waking up will bring another crisis or closing my eyes in hope of sleep will not bring another nightmare, leaving me waiting for its interpretation and ultimate reality?

I wait, anxiously, fearfully to see, knowing that the scars will still be there, the pain simply part o who I am and must always e. I envy those whose trivial complaints ruin their lives, yet pity them for their ignorance of what life could be.  Beebeesworld, such as it is, continues for now, like a child, still hoping for fairness, honestly a damn break. To be continued-I hope.


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In the days of long Ago

One day, we gather around the fire,
Eat and sip warm drinks
in thanks for all we have.

The next day, as if to purge ourselves
of any of  the warmth of hearth and home.
We awake before dawn.

We rush into the lines of traffic,
the masses of souls pushing  each other.
Complain and wait to stroke our credit cards.

Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah!
The bells and the red kettles beside
smiling, shivering volunteers.

I miss the days my grandma remembered.
Hunting a tree in the pasture,
A stocking with fruit and candy,

Eight candles in the night.
Thinking of why we have so much.
Hoping our children remember that one day.

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Autumn Ending

One day, I notice a crunch of leaves beneath my feet,
The fading final blooms of wild asters brushing my shoulders.
I spy the orb web of an araneus spider blowing in the wind.
The morning mist sends a chill down my cheek,
When only days ago, the mist had me whispering  a quiet, “Ahhh!”

The fields, once filled with clumps  of multicolored leaves and mushrooms
Are now  deeply covered in deep, crisp, and ruffled leaves of brown.
The tempting smoothness of buckeyes, sends young  children,
Out into the fields to gather them, smooth, round, tempting, into baskets.
I reach down and find one, memories, flooding in.

Though pines are not supposed to shed leaves, it seems that they do.
Perhaps not all at once, but I can gather them as mulch for my azaleas.
A silent flock of nameless birds flies overhead, southward bound.
Only their silhouettes against the creamy blue sky reveals their path.
I wonder where their flight will lead them, what they seek.

With a sudden gasp, the heat of summer  becomes early autumn
and then a chill sweeps the land, dries the leaves, calms the growing.
I wander among the fading leaves and fallen mast crops,
Thinking of the difficult days ahead, that first snow flake.
Soon, I will hunt for the first sprig of green. Time, life, leaves me breathless.

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Early Autumn in the Southern Appalachians


A Honeybee on a Wild Black Eyed Susan


Mushrooms are abundant in deciduous forest-this may be a Hygrophorus Milky mushroom


A family of black bears frequents my aunts yard


A male and female praying mantis mate amidst the wild asters


Annual displays of wild purple asters viewed from her kitchen window


Family reunions remind us of sweet memories


Heirlooms are passed down through generations


Making the Model A “zoom to life again!”


Golden rods still provide nectar for autumn insects

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We are ALL Teachers!





We often find ourselves asking  children what they want to be when they grow up, and they invariably come up with  a familiar list of answers. Dreamy eyed, gap-toothed children smile as the tell us with confidence, “I am going to be a professional ball player” or perhaps, an actor. The more logical child will tell us that they want to be a doctor, a nurse, a firefighter, or policeman. A few of them will tell us they intend to become a teacher, and I nod my head in the knowledge that in fact each of them will become a teacher, whether they intend to or not.

It seems that a great many of us are not aware of the effects that our attitudes, behaviors, habits or reactions have on the younger generation. By working in our public schools, I have seen the great influence that we can have on a child, although it is often years later, if ever, that we hear about that influence.  I was fortunate to hear the story of a child that I had worked with nearly a decade earlier as a “reading buddy”.

I had never realized that I done anything other than simply volunteer my time.  A friend of mine, who was a teacher, was kind enough to share with me the contents of a report that one of my “reading buddies” had written. When asked to write about a person who had a profound influence on their life, this young person chose me. I was both honored and mystified,

The young lady wrote that I had done much more than read or recite poetry to her when she was a young child, she said that I had listened to her thoughts and fears, that I had given her a much-needed hug or word of encouragement.  I listened, misty eyed, as the teacher told me that the young lady had been inspired by me to recognize her own worth, and  see herself as strong, confident and capable. In my mind, I had always felt that the children I worked with had done much more for me than I had for them.

As a mother of six children, I had the opportunity to be both friend and mentor to many of my children’s friends and acquaintances. It is an honor that I am still called, “mom” or “Beebee” (my grandma name) by many of  them. Now, years later, when I see their children’s reaction to a cross word or hurtful comment made in the spur of a moment,  I remember, from years ago,  that same look on their faces, the dejected, head held downward look, as they felt that somehow, they were not “good enough“, even for their own parent. It was profoundly sad to me that these young people were, without realizing it, projecting the same hurt on their own children that had bruised  their young spirits years before.

The reaction of both my former “reading buddy” and that of the young parents I had know as children, simply served to confirm my contention that each of us is an example to someone, in essence, a teacher.

It is vitally important for us, as middle aged or older adults, to remember that what we say or do, how we react or even fail to react is being watched by some child, teen or young adult. That kind word, encouragement, or praise may go much further than we realize. Likewise, a thoughtless comment, an unintentional smirk or, worse yet, an immature reaction may make someone think it is “OK” tp behave in that manner.

We must always remember that to others around us, we ARE teachers, whether we intend to be or not. Let us always act in a way that will show our best to the adults or parents of tomorrow. Like water spilled from a glass, we never know how much our reactions may travel.


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I will be published on Freshly Pressed!

I just received a note from that they will feature my blog, “Legacy”, on their Freshly Pressed page.  this is a great honor, especially since the article was written, simply from the heart based on a prompt by “100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups” (100WCGU). I got carried away, and wrote a much longer blog, had to word hard to make it 100 words or 20 lines, but liked it so well that I  posted it in several places in the long form, as well as on my own blog page.

I hope all my followers will read the article, either from Freshly Presses or the entries from my site, both the long and short versions, I welcome your comments.

Thank you to 100Word Challenge for Grown Ups, 20 Lines or Less, Madison Woods, Write on Edge and all the wonderful prompts that have inspired me. I would also like to than Subhan Hein and Melissa Hessard for helping me find fellow bloggers and followers.

Now, I am inspired!  beebeesworld this is the link to the article-

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The Very inspiring Blogger Award Thanks to for nominating me for this award!  It means a lot to know that other bloggers appreciate my work.

7 things about myself:

1. I have written poetry since I was a child.

2. I cook Sunday lunch for up to 18 people!

3. The sound of water comports me.

4. I love coffee-any kind.

5. I crochet afghans for those I love.

6. Lynyrd Skynyrd is my favorite music group.

7. Halloween is a favorite holiday.


I nominate the following bloggers for this award:








 Thanks to Madison, 20 Lines a day, Subhan Zein and all of those who have helped me. If I left out a name, It may be that I had trouble finding your blog name. Im pretty new at the Awards,






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