I cast out my line into the lake
and then I waited. . .
I watched and played with a water snake
but mostly I waited. . .

The sun beat down upon my hat
and I waited. . .
Upon an old rotted log I sat
as I waited. . .
I watched a dragonfly that was fat,
but mostly, I waited. . .

The flies buzzed, the minutes marched on
as I waited. . .
I wondered where the fish had gone
and, I waited. . .

Suddenly, it was my wish,
--hold tight, hold steady. . .
I had finally caught my fish!
--hold tight, hold steady. . .

I had finally done it,
I decided that,
I loved it,
and then, I decided that,
I'd do more of it!

My Head is Full

All I really know,
is my head is too full,
And it's gonna blow!

There is no more room--
and I feel certain doom,
--a dark cloud of gloom.

And there's gonna be,
facts, figures, and debris,
on the walls and me.

Don't tell me anything,
I'm not remembering,
and I'm done thinking.

This I really know,
my head is too full,
there's gonna be a show,
because it's gonna blow...

Gibberly Gobblet

Gibberly gobblet,
What-ya-ma call it,
I can't remember its name.
That thingy ma-jingy,
Is what I do meany,
And my mind is who to blame.

Sometimes it goes blank,
Without any thanks,
And I can't remember at all,
What I am thinking,
Or what I am meaning,
Sometimes, I can't recall.

So what do I do?
To help me through,
These dreadful things I forget?
Just make up a name
Without and shame,
And then I am not beset!

Today

I threw the ball
It hit the wall.
I chewed my gum,
and bit my thumb.
I jumped the rope,
And sunk my boat.
Played in the mud,
Landed with a thud.
Tripped on the rug,
And caught a bug.
I hurt my knee,
Got stung by a bee.
I skipped a rock,
and broke the clock.
I laughed and smiled,
Giggled and cried.
 That all happened today,
And I can't wait till tomorrow!

Family

I got my ears from my mother,
And my chin is like my brother's.
My nose is like my grandma's,
And my big feet are like grandpa's.
My mouth looks like my cousin John's,
And my hair is the color of uncle Ron's.
So, is there really any part of me,
That's not like anyone else in my family?

Dear Blogger,
HATE THE NEW DASHBOARD VIEW!
I would love to send you an email, but I cannot find a button, in fact I cannot find ANYTHING!  Thank you for screwing up an easy to use program.
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a blogger

Mom found a baby sister,
I know I never wished her.

She barfs, poops, slobbers, and stinks,
And cries so loud me can't thinks.

She's taken over the place,
With her dumb newborn face.

I miss how things used to be,
With mommy, daddy and just me.

At least I've my blankie and thumb,
'Cause baby sisters are just dumb.

If Only

If only words could extend,
the love I feel for you,
my cherished friend.


If only lyrics of a song,
could tell my feelings,
I'd sing along.


If only I was sure you knew,
my love for you is great,
But, the words come few.

(27 August 1977)

Numbers

7 years, 5 months, 17 days

389 weeks

2,725 days

65,400 hours

235,440 seconds

3,924,000 minutes

Some days it feels like day 1 all over again.

To Me

To me you are,
The sweetness of honey,
The joy of each day,
and each dream of tomorrow.


You are,
The smile of sunshine,
A twinkle of a star,
and the shine of the moon.


You are,
The loveliest thought,
The boldness of the sea,
And the bravest of all.

To me you are,
One of God's creations;
One of His finest creations,
And, together, we are love...

(10 October 1977)

Nothing Lasts Forever

Snowflakes fall, and quickly melt.
Birds soar, and fly away.
Season's change, never stopping;
Days come and, days go;
Nothing lasts forever.


Bright days turn, into dark nights.
Clouds of white float away.
Words of anger, pass on by;
Special moments, last only seconds;
Nothing lasts forever.

Dreams change, and break,
Friends move on,
Love is only a moment;
Nothing lasts forever.

(11 November 1979)

Little Tiger

Photo's courtesy of my favorite daughter-in-law!

Isn't he just a cutie!

Bike Rides X two

After a sleep over, my first bike ride today was with this cutie:

 Isn't she getting big?  Yep, we rode our bikes in a parking lot:  flat, wide and open!


Second bike ride was with this cutie:

Here's what we saw:

A beautiful, safe and fun place to bike ride.  Cannot wait to go again.  What did you do today?

Love

My love for you
is more than a beautiful sunset or sunrise.


My love for you
is deeper than any ocean or the sea.


My love for you
is a feeling far above all else.

(26 Jul 1979)

Time

I wrote each word by candle light,
the flame so dim
I could barely see.

The wax creeping down the candle stick,
getting smaller
and smaller.

It burns,
more and more
I write;
Until the candle's gone with all it's light.

Life

I just barely get everything fixed and new things break!  I just got the computer fixed and the new one up and running, and now  the central vacuum broke (I LOVE my central vac system and miss it dearly!), the windshield on the car has a crack, the DVD player/sound system is broken and the television has no sound.  Seriously!

Don't tell, but I'm almost sick of genealogy!  (Yep you heard it here, but ever say it out loud and I'll deny it!)  I have been serving my mission, just signed up for another two years (they changed the rules so I had to "sign up" twice; once the old way and then according to the new procedure!), I spoke in Sacrament about family history work, began indexing and have indexed over 2,000+ names, researched and found the Roberts Family in the 1940 census, kept the Roberts family blog updated regularly, worked shifts at the Eagle Mt. Family History Library, and helped two separate families in our ward individually on a weekly basis teaching them family history and research.  Plus, the newsletter is due this month, and finally, I'm preparing a family history trip with my dad to Iowa.

Crazy!  Especially since it is getting to be crunch time on gathering all of the needed information for the trip to Iowa.  I would hate to travel and spend all that time and money only to find out that a key piece of information or a document was available at the FHL.  So, I am trying to do extensive searches everywhere I know  before I leave.

With the release of the 1940 census, I was able to find most of the Roberts family that were alive in 1940--however I looked at over 382+ images to locate everyone!  Then, I had to copy and add that information to my genealogy program.  I'm still working on adding the information to my database, however I was able to link everyone to the source from the blog.  That took a whole day! 

I was able to spend a couple of days with a dear friend while her daughter was recuperating in the hospital.  I miss spending time with her on a daily basis, but will always treasure the time and the fun we were able to have. 

Finally, the Nieman's went on vacation, and I missed them terribly!  So, glad they are home and close; just knowing they were further than usual was difficult--what if I needed loves from those sweet grandchildren?!?

Easter was quiet.  Home alone while everyone was busy doing their thing, that's life (and death).  Afraid that is getting to be a pattern for holidays!  I also went through all my old poems to add to this blog!  That was fun/interesting/memorable/sad and insightful! 

So, this is what I've been up, what have you been doing?

Daddy

There's a special man in her life,
Who tells her little stories.
She'll listen intently;
Smile, giggle, and in her tiny eyes a twinkle.

When her special man
walks into the room,
her tiny eyes will follow.
She'll stop, and stare,
and one can tell she loves him.

There's a little girl in his life,
who has a special place in his heart.

And when she smiles,
his eyes fill with love and joy.
He melts, he's proud,
And one can tell he loves her.

Together they're like
night and day;
He's big and strong,
She's small and frail.
He's wise,
She's innocent;
He's a man of the world,
And she's an angel from God.

Between them
There a special bond of love
That brings joy and happiness;
And one can tell,
She loves him,
and he loves her,
That's the way it should be
daddy and daughter.

(15 October 1982)

Memories of the way we were,
and of the things we did.

Thoughts of the days to come,
and of our dreams to live.

Actions of the way we feel,
and of our hearts' desire.

All are in the pond of life,
reflecting us the nature.

Daring us to go the depths,
and conquer the impossible.

(7 February 19179)

Season's

Spring came--
the world blossomed.

Summer came--
the world was green.

Fall came--
the world was red.

Winter came--
the world was white.

You came--

my world was bright. 

Piggies

This little piggy went to market;

This little piggy stayed home.

 This little piggy had roast beef;

This little piggy had none!

This little piggy cried wee wee wee

All the way home!

Thimbles

Of places,
travels,
friends,
and family.

Tokens
Trigger;
Travel,
Trails,
Tears,
And trists.


Mementos,
and memories;
souvenirs,
and gifts;
telling stories
of travels near and far.

Spring

Yohooo,

I believe I  love you,

Yohooo,

Happy I'll make you,

Yohoo,

I wanna nest with you.  

Love is in the air!

Let the pictures,

paint the rhyming words,

for my poem today:

Monday,

a flock of pelicans flew over my house,

this is the photo I took with my camera:

So, I went to the local store and looked at zoom lens.

This is what I have been using:

This is what I bought!

Then I went somewhere I've never been before:

and I had this:

I'm hooked!!!

Monkeys

My monkeys make me smile...

they warm my heart,

 and they make me laugh.

 My monkeys, remind me of days gone by,

to love the here and now,

they warm my today's,

and give me hope for tomorrow.

The sun is up,

The sky is blue,

And today,

I really miss you!

He Lives

Words cannot describe

the scenes His hands have painted.

Scenarios cannot describe

the sacrifices He has made.

Numbers cannot count

the blessings He has given me.

My heart is filled

with love and gratitude.

And I testify,

 He lives.

Empty

It is the everyday things that remind me of you,
Why I miss you,
Why I love you,
and how you changed my life.

It is the everyday things that I miss,
Your hands,
Kind words,
and sense of humor.

To remember you,
Is to love you all over  again.

Ancestor

The how’s, when’s,
and why’s of life,
I’ve followed step by step.
Searching where, when,
and how you lived
and where you laid your head.
I’ve traced your faded footsteps,
your voyage in this life,
and walked where you walked;
Hoping to connect,
to understand and learn,
who you really were;
Reminding all you lived
 your legacy remains,
as your body sleeps.

Perplexed

If an apple a day,

keeps the doctor away,

How do you get rid,

of annoying people?