Mother Nature Fights Back

It is now Tuesday, and I am  feeling a great deal of grief for our world! I am certain all the events in mother nature, should be one heck of an eye opener! I am a christian women and I know these same events are triggering other opinions on why all this is happening. In my opinion it is both our days here are numbered and always have been, from both the scientific and the christian aspect. We are very greedy and we have literally taken everything from the world we live in. It is unfortunate that is has taken so long for us to realize we must also put back what we take. The whole going "Green," is a great way to get the younger era to care for the earth. I just wish that we would not have been so blind for so long. My thoughts and prayers go out around the world for peace, safety, and love. This has definitely been an eye opener for me and I will be enjoying life a whole lot more now. I am personally sad that I will someday be leaving this mess for my children to deal with. Hind sight is definitely 20/20. Mother nature has started fighting back because of our own recklessness. She just gets the job done a lot faster than us.

The Party

My son's birthday party went well! It was our first holiday in our new home and I couldn't be happier. Its funny, my old home was small and I figured since we have moved to a bigger home there would be plenty of room. This did not turn out to be true. It actually seemed smaller when everyone showed up.
We sat and enjoyed each other's company and celebrated my son's birthday. After the cake and ice cream he opened his birthday presents. He got lots of Nerf guns and Legos. I think the adults had more fun with the toys than the children. We were all running around the back yard with colored vest and goggles on searching for our opponent. My sister was even wheeling our mom through the yard to chase down the grandchildren. This was definitely a day for the memory book!

A Poem for my son

It seems like only yesterday I held you in my arms,
looking up at me with your loving blue eyes so warm.

Then you began to crawl,
before you know it you were up and into it all.

In a few more years you started school,
you were ready and willing to give it a try.
All the while, it took all I had not to cry.

How much I love you, you'll never know.
My joy in life is watching you grow.

My sons birthday is sunday so I wrote this on the card I made him.

The return ofour beloved bald eagles

My parents live on the river road on the way to Georgetown. While driving my husband and I noticed about three of them gracefully soring over the Wabash River. We pulled over and observed them for about fifteen minutes. It was as if the were dancing in the bright blue sky, I was totally captivated by them. They would swoop real low to the river and catch a fish. It then landed in a near by tree to eat it. They are beautiful creatures and I am so glad they are repopulating. If you are ever out that way keep your eyes peeled they are truly a pleasure to observe.

Not a very good day

 This morning I woke up to find my car would not start. I have just moved to the country from the city. I checked every fluid I could think. The gas gauge said I had a forth of a tank of gas. I thought to my self maybe, my gas gauge was broke. Of course, I live in the country and where would I get gas? Everyone I know lives over 20 miles away and was probably at work or school. My husband called me on his break and I explained the situation. Thankfully he works with a friend and ask if his wife could take me gas. When she got here we put the gas in and sure enough it fired right up. The funny thing is the morning the car ran out of gas I took my husband to a gas station in peru to meet his carpool. I asked if he thought we should just get gas. He said, "No you have plenty of gas." At least I got to start reading the Great Gatsby with the free time from the wonderful car incident.

The News (by Eva Groover)

The news I heard about you today
Brought me to my knees, with nothing to say
Tears filled my eyes as pain filled my heart.
The death of you pierced through me like a dat.
Disbeleif began to stretch across my face.
I knew somehow you were in a better place.
Heaven took you, earth let you go.
As for me, I could never do so.
You held a special role in my world.
Even though you're gone, you're still my girl.
I'll never forget all the good times we had
Before this crazy dream turned to bad
Everyday you greeted me with a wonderful smile
That brightened my day and made it worthwhile.
Whenever I look up in the middle of the night,
I'll know its you shining down on me with light,
Telling me its ok to feel upset
But go on living, like the first day we met.
They say life gets better, it always does
Even though things never go back the way they was.
Still this day, I'll never forget the news
When death won and now you lose.
In my heart you shall forever remain
As the girl with pride, who had no shame.
Bow your head, take a minute to pray
Words of thoughtfulness, is what we say,
As our God guides her on her way
Through the heavens one step everyday.

In loving Memory of
Christy

This poem is very special to me. I didn't write it, but even as I type it my eyes swell with tears. We were both close to Christy, so I know that is why it means so much. It is just weird how I feel as though it was wrote for me. In my opinion that is the definition of a good poem.

My Hero

         I spent today helping my dad. All the while, I was thinking what an amazing man he was. We have not always been close,in fact, he is not my biological father. I did not realize how much he meant to me until about four years after he came into my life. My mother has always been a sick women, but one day he came to me crying. My mother was in the hospital and we weren't sure if she was coming home. I believed our bond started there. I was about to lose my mother, so I thought, and The thought of not being with him too hit me. Since then we have been very close.
         He has had been through a lot and overcame many obstacles in his life. He is a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. He only has the education of sixth grader, yet none of these things has stopped him from becoming a great father and loving husband in my opinion, him realizing he was a father now, even if not by blood, saved him.
         Seven years ago he was working at the Royal Centre Locker Plant and cut half his hand off! His hand is crippled but it doesn't stop him from doing everything he did before. Four years ago, my dad was working in Virgina building a log cabin. He fell off the roof and he was without a harness. He shattered both ankles. Instead of waiting on the ambulance, my dad got in his truck and drove to my mother who was at the hotel sick. He called me on the way there, it took everything in me not to freak out. I knew he had to be in shock and we again needed each other. he was told he would never walk again and came home in a wheelchair. He is now walking and backing to doing things a normal person can do.Two years ago my mother's medical problems progressed and she is now in a wheelchair. He spends everyday doing what he can to make her comfortable and the bills paid. He has a heart of gold, patience of an angel, and he never says never, we are truly blessed for having him in our lives.

Poetry And Music

I have been putting alot of thought into poetry lately. I have been listening to been to people when they talk and to music. In my opinion music is the lastest form of poetry. I think it is a good way to learn how to interpret poetry, if one actually listens to the lyrics. Some of the poems I have read I can picture as being songs. Music has been used to express feelings and so is poetry. I do not like some types of music, but it is the person's way of expressing themselves. Poetry is the same only on paper and most were not sang back then. People say things that are inspiring everyday and that too in mind is o form of poetry.

1 fish 2 fish blue fish

I have a seven year old son. They are reading Dr. Suess at school. I asked him how his day went and what homework he had. He replied, "We have to read Dr.Suess tonight and rhyme words." when we got home we read together and made up silly stories with rhyming words. After I was done, I explained to him that I had to do my homework now. He asked what kind of homework I had to do, so I told him I was reading stories that rhyme too. He wanted me to read him a poem so I picked one and read it. He said, "you should tell your teacher Dr.Suess is better," lol.
Anyways, it made me think of poems in general, and how there are so many different styles. The authors have certain audiences that want to attract. Dr. Suess did write great poetry for the age level intended.