Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 205 (An Innocent Spring)

The springtime came and the bulbs
began to sprout-
It had happened for the last 21 years,
so I had no doubt.

That they would return as they have
every single spring-
The purple blooms amongst the green
leaves, has become a traditional thing.

First, the green leaves come up and the
blooms follow behind-
A lovely bunch of flowers is what I always
eventually find.

But, this year was different, for as I saw them
standing tall-
When I got up closer, it wasn’t that way at all.

The outer ring was all that stood straight-
While the ones in the middle, didn’t look all
that great.

It looked like someone, or something had
laid them flat-
I was amazed about the situation, and
thought, well how about that?

And then I realized it was my daughter and
her friends who had done this particular act-
I could have assumed that a little courtesy is
what they lacked.

I could have gotten upset and thrown a fit-
But then I looked at the situation again, from
where a childs’ mind sits.

Only young once, the little idle minds, saw so
much fun-
In making this area a play place, in the shade
away from the sun.

A place to imagine, a place to hide-
Couldn’t have done it better myself, had I
tried.

The daughter and her friends will grow up and
one day move away-
And at another time, on another spring day-

I’ll look at the blooms, and wish she were still
around-
To play, in the blooms again, as if they were
once again new found.

The children grow up, and lose the innocence
of imagination of play-
But, I’ll still see them, in the blooms, on any
given spring day.

The springtime came and the bulbs
began to sprout-
It had happened for the last 21 years,
so I had no doubt.

-2010-

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Three Seasons To Remember (2012)

1. The hot summer.

2. The breezy fall.

3. The mild winter.

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The one back in Washington, to

remember the scene-

Where the trees, during a tea party

protest, were still ever so green.

The Need-To Read # 453

I can remember when-
I couldn’t believe what
I read, so I had to read
it, all over again.
-2011-

Ever So Hard-To Write A Greeting Card (82)

A heart stir-

To remember a brave soldier.

-2016-

(Veterans Memorial Day)

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Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 341 (Priority Nudges)

There was a lady from January to December-
Who needed help to remember.
.
She had a hard time. with what
was in the backseat-
The art to focus, was just not
complete.
.
So she started looking around-
To see if remedies, could be
found.
.
An alarm, was a good idea to
remind-
Or to throw her purse, in the
back, was an idea of a different
kind.
.
A life so busy, and an answer
to her problem, had to be
solved-
So, that the act, of leaving the
baby in the car, could be
resolved.
.
There was a lady from January to December-
Who needed help to remember.
-2010-

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Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose # 205 (An Innocent Spring)

The springtime came and the bulbs
began to sprout-
It had happened for the last 21 years,
so I had no doubt.

That they would return as they have
every single spring-
The purple blooms amongst the green
leaves, has become a traditional thing.

First, the green leaves come up and the
blooms follow behind-
A lovely bunch of flowers is what I always
eventually find.

But, this year was different, for as I saw them
standing tall-
When I got up closer, it wasn’t that way at all.

The outer ring was all that stood straight-
While the ones in the middle, didn’t look all
that great.

It looked like someone, or something had
laid them flat-
I was amazed about the situation, and
thought, well how about that?

And then I realized it was my daughter and
her friends who had done this particular act-
I could have assumed that a little courtesy is
what they lacked.

I could have gotten upset and thrown a fit-
But then I looked at the situation again, from
where a childs’ mind sits.

Only young once, the little idle minds, saw so
much fun-
In making this area a play place, in the shade
away from the sun.

A place to imagine, a place to hide-
Couldn’t have done it better myself, had I
tried.

The daughter and her friends will grow up and
one day move away-
And at another time, on another spring day-

I’ll look at the blooms, and wish she were still
around-
To play, in the blooms again, as if they were
once again new found.

The children grow up, and lose the innocence
of imagination of play-
But, I’ll still see them, in the blooms, on any
given spring day.

The springtime came and the bulbs
began to sprout-
It had happened for the last 21 years,
so I had no doubt.

-2010-

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Modern Mother Goose-On The Loose (Otters To Remember November)

The otters could remember-

What they did every November.

.

For it was the month high in ranks-

Where they gathered and gave thanks.

.

Grandmother otter cooked many fish-

And fixed plenty of a favorite dish.

.

The otters could remember-

When they did every November.

 

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