Helicopter Ballroom

They're twirling madly in the air
These helicopters, everywhere

But this year they've upped their game
They don't look, to me, quite the same.

Instead of that motley shade of brown,
They've donned a different color gown.

This color is quite new to me
I had to look twice to see what I did see

Brown has always been the norm
For these "helicopters" in their swarm.

No, these weren't that shade of brown
That fluttered gracefully to the ground

But a delicate shade of pink
A lovely shade that made me think

What a delightful sight to see
A ballroom of pink dancing on the breeze.

I Write Poetry. . . . .

I write poetry for myself
It's what I need to do
See. . .  I have trouble sometimes
Speaking words from me to you.

I write in lilting rhyme
To tell you how I feel
Make no mistake as you read
My feelings are . .  very real.

My heart may be heavy burdened
Or it may be light as air
I may write with anticipation
Or pen words without a care.

But no matter the circumstance
My words are written down
They come from a special place
And they utter not a sound.

In my head and heart they live
Uniting to "sing my song".
If I pen them quickly, you see
They'll live my whole life long.

But if I tarry, but just a bit
The words will whirl around 
And quickly the "winds" will carry them
Their passage wayward bound.

So, I write in lilting rhyme
To tell you how I feel.
Make no mistake as you read
My feelings are  . . .  very real.

Fall Is In the Air

Fall is upon us
I feel it in the air
It is slowly marking it's territory
But ~  not quite everywhere.

The evening sky is shades of pink
The morning sky as well
The leaves show hints of color
But time is yet to tell.

Not long all green will fade away
Upon Nature's changing land
Her canvas will host warm new colors
At the touch of her Master's hand.

Gold, red, yellow, brown
Just to name a few
The mixture of all these shades
Will wash the land with lovely hues.

Breathtaking will the landscape be
Blazing like flames upon the earth
Then to fizzle to a gray
Preparing Nature for rebirth.

But until that time has arrived
We will bask in the warmth of it all
Watching as Nature gives to us
Glorious fireworks we call Fall!

Happy Birthday, Reasey Peacy!

A year has passed from then to now

You've grown a bit, tho I know not how

This year has flown, this is true.

And this next phase will be all brand new.

 

A new year upon you as Summer begins

A brand new start where the old year ends.

So enjoy this time that is young at heart

'Cause all too soon you'll be an old Fart!

 

 

(bahahaha)

 

Happy Birthday Little Lady!

I love you!

 

MOM-MOM

My Poetry

I had am having a stressful week.  So many things on my mind.  When I get like this I tend to write poetry in my head.  God allows me to remember only certain ones.  It's a good thing, because the ones I "forget" could do damage to one's heart ~ mainly mine.  They are just terribly raw.  And even on those days when forgetful poetry enters my mind God gives me hope, a light in the dark ~ or in today's case ~ a light in the middle of the morning!   It's His way of re-routing my thought process.  Good thing He's in control.  I'd be a bigger mess than I already am!

"Half Moon"

As I stand here at my kitchen sink
Pondering about my day,
I look up to see Half Moon
Staring down my way.

What a pleasant surprise I think
As I see her hanging there
In the pale blue morning Sky
Amidst the clouds so fair.

I forget the woes upon my mind
As I think about this sight . . .
As Half Moon makes her presence known
Donning her soft white light.

Complementing the pale blue sky
Her skin ~ a soft translucent white.
Gives her such a fragile look
Masking her strength and might.

The clouds and she play hide-n-seek
And she's hidden from my sight.
The wisps and willows of the clouds
Are the perfect shade of white.

But then she slowly reappears
Not far from where she was
As the clouds puff slowly past her face
My head becomes abuzz.

I think of what she might see
From her point of view.
Does she see a sweetness fair
Hanging in her sky of blue?

Does she tell the stars at night
Of the many things she sees
As she moves around the earth below
With proficient grace and ease?

It matters not that she sees me.
It's comfort enough to know
That as she hangs in God's great sky
Her light on Earth will show!

Crickett

My Poetry

"Pitter-patter"

The pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Of tiny feet and "baby chatter"
Comes my way in a scurry
The pitter-patter, in such a hurry.

The noise stops right in front of me.
I look down and at my knee
I see staring up into my face
The pitter-patter ~ she's found her place.

And as she smiles, her eyes so bright,
A little fire in my heart she lights.
I feel there's no other love so true,
As a baby smiling up at you.

Then as quickly as she scurried,
From my knees she then hurried
Back to her world full of wonder,
Leaving me there, yet to ponder.

I stand there listening to her feet,
Pitter-pattering to the beat
Of life's adventurous, melodic song
Just the sound ~ it rights all wrong.

So as I hear those little sounds
That pitter-patter across the ground.
And chatters made for no special reason,
I know these days too, are but a season.

Crickett

I Attended A Funeral Today

"I attended a funeral today,
Where a man said goodbye to his wife.
You could tell by the tears that he shed,
That they had shared a wonderful life.

He wasn't ashamed to share his grief.
The love of his life was gone.
But he assured her thru his words
That his days and nights would be long.

He claimed her as his best friend,
His soul mate she was for sure.
Her family was her cherished prize,
Her love for them, soft and pure.

In his last love letter to his love
He said there would be less blue in the sky
That clouds would hold a little more gray
And how he wouldn't tell her 'goodbye'.

He will join the love of his life one day
When the Lord sees that the time is right.
But until that day comes for this man,
In honor of her, he will  live his life."

For Carrie

Carrie,
It's hard to find the words sometimes, so I let the Lord lead my heart.
I love you and Dan very much. Stay strong, lean on Him and He will guide you through.
Love,
Aunt Crickett


"Her Legacy"

As she sits and stares into her face
Her thoughts begin to roam
To that not long ago, far off place
And when she brought her home.

She holds her hand and smiles at her
The love, it shows so clear
She longs for the yesterdays
When she held her, oh so near.

But time has traveled past her youth
Her child has grown as well
She's a lovely young woman, yes,
And her heart begins to swell.

She's done the things a mom should do
She's taught her all she knows
Her daughter will carry on for her
Her legacy, through her will show.

Don't cry, my sweet young thing
She thinks as she holds her tight
She squeezes her hand as moms can do
And whispers, "It's going to be alright."

But cry she did, her "little girl"
The tears, they fell like rain
But all the sobs in this world
Just couldn't change a thing.

So she held her hand and smiled at her
Her love showed bright and clear
She too, lingered in the yesterdays
When she held her, oh so near.

I'll cry for you my mother sweet
She thinks as she holds her tight
As squeezes her hand like daughters do
She whispers, "It's going to be alright."

Goodbyes like this are never easy
They linger forever in the heart
But if left unsaid, the unspoken words
Could tear one's heart apart.

So hold the memories so very near
No matter how great or small
You'll find that they become more dear
They'll help you stand straight and tall.

You'll know how to love as well
The ones entrusted to your care
Your mom has taught you of such things
Her strength and love she shared.

You'll pass it forward to yours one day
You'll teach the things you know
And the legacy will continue on
As your family begins to grow.

Crickett

Dear Mommy. . .

Dear Mommy,

I just want to let you know
It's going to be okay
As we start our journey new
When you bring me home today.

Please don't be afraid of me
I look to you for care
It's new to me as well you see
It can all be quite a scare.

Don't be stressed when I cry
Just hold me close to you
And softly sing a lullaby
To your baby, oh so new.

Feed me, change me, love me please
These things I need as well
Everything will be just fine
Just wait - time will tell.

I love you mommy,
A splendid team we'll be
You get to watch me learn and grow
And become steady on my feet!

So settle in, snuggle up
With your bundle warm and sweet
Our time alone, just you and me
Is something mighty sweet!

Love,
Alaina

Crickett

"Little Miss Alaina Summer"

"Alaina Summer"

We got a gift - a sweet little gift
Yesterday it entered our world
God sent this little package to us
He gave us a baby girl!


She's Heaven's delight from head to toe
A bundle of love - wouldn't you know?
Perfect in every little way
This wonderful gift sent our way!


We love her - yes, there's no doubt
We want to jump, twist, and shout
But, yet reserved we will be
While we hold this little Bebe!


Thank you God, yet again
For sending this gift that's akin
To Heaven on earth for us to love -
Your precious gift from way up above!


Crickett
(Mom-m0m)
Great Ma. . .)

Strawberries . . . .

"Fruit of the Spring"

It's that time of year on the shore
To pick red, ripe strawberries galore
One of the perks of the coming of spring.

There will be pies without baking
And with them jam I'll be making
They will render many a great thing.

And I can't forget the strawberry bread
For my family is smitten with the red
Of this fruit that is born in the spring.

The are great by themselves
But they don't last on my shelves
This divine fruit that is fit for a king!

Crickett

My Poetry

"The Moms in My Life"

I love all the mom's in my life
And all the things they do.
They have a host of countless jobs
It's hard to fill their shoes.

They range from the very young
Whose "mama role" is brand new
To those that are very wise
Who've cried and laughed and grew.

I love that they see beyond
What the world has to say
When it comes to rearing those precious lives
From day to glorious day.

To say that they don't feel defeated
Would be a misleading fact
They just "hunker down" and suck it in
And get themselves back on track.

I know great rewards await them
And their work's not all for nil
I watch as the love they give
Comes from their own free will.

To be a mom like that
Is ever on my mind
I love these women dearly
No greater love you'll find.

Crickett

Happy Mother's day to my daughters, my sisters, my neices, my cousins, my friends.

My Poetry

"In Her Rocking Chair"

All alone I see her there,
Rocking back and forth
In her rocking chair. . . . .

On the front porch of the shack
She called home - way far back
From the world as it scurried
She sat there rocking, free from worry.

Her hair had turned a snowy white
Her eyes had given up much sight
But still she sat there in her chair
Rocking gently without a care.

Did she see the moon at night?
Or had it eluded, too, from her sight.
Did she hear the bird's sweet song?
Or had her hearing been long gone.

It matters not what I may think
As I stood there on the brink
Of awe and wonder of such a sight
A lady rocking with hair so white.

What had she seen in her years
She seemed to have no outward fears.
Did she care she was all alone
In that little shack, her little home?

Did she mind this solitude
All alone in her home so crude.
Rocking on the porch so frail
With her wrinkled skin, aged and pale.

I felt invasive standing there,
Watching her rock without a care
As if the world were hers alone
Guarding her and her little home.

As my heart beat in a frenzy
I watched her rock with an envy
That I could have that same sweet peace
That her spirit seemed to release.

I left her rocking there so dear
She never knew I was even near
Rocking on that porch of her shack
And, I never, ever would go back.

I think of her an awful lot
On summer days when it's hot
Did she leave this world alone
Or did someone bring her to their home.

I guess I will never know
How or when she had to go
But I will long remember being there
Watching her rock in her rocking chair.

Crickett

My Poetry

"Two Big Planes"

Two big planes
Up in the sky
Making circles,
I know not why.

May be happy
May be confused
But it sure did
Keep me amused

Two big planes
Up in the sky
Making circles,
I know not why.

Could be lost
Could be playin',
Using gas,
I'm just sayin'.

Two big planes
Up in the sky
Making circles,
I know not why.

I don't care
If they circle 'round
Just as long as
I'm on the ground!

Crickett

My Poetry

Sometimes you just have to say what's on your heart.

"My Dear Arron and Hur"

My Dear Aaron and Hur,
These thoughts are just for you
I can't express enough my love
For all the things you do.

You spend your time in prayer
For the simple likes of me
You never, ever hesitate
When I ask for bended knee.

You listen to my heartaches
You ponder what to say
You give me sound advice
And then you stop and pray.

I pondered and I prayed
Before I asked this task from you
To be "my Aaron and my Hur"
'Cause no one else would do.

Your gentle spirits move me
To examine myself each day
Before I come a'runnin'
Asking you to pray.

I know why you do these things
Why you let me vent to you
It's because of your love for God
It shows in everything you do.

I imagine as I'm "spouting"
You're praying as I speak
To interject what might work
Without making me feel meek.

Maybe you don't say anything
Anything at all
Just sitting close by my side
To catch me if I fall.

You cry with me when it's bad
You cry for me when I'm done
Then you quietly in your love
Point to the important One.

I can't begin to tell you
How much you mean to me
Cannot even try to imagine
Where, without you, I would be.

Crickett



Diane and Heidi,
Heidi and Diane,

I truly do love you ladies. You will never know, this side of eternity, what you mean to me and how you've touched my heart. It doesn't matter to me which you are - Aaron or Hur. It just matters that you are.

Eternally Grateful,
Barb

As the Snow Falls. . . .

Two thousand ten debuted itself with snow upon the ground.
Well into February the white stuff hung around.

Now as the new year pushes nigh
Nature once more shakes her whiteness from the sky.

My thoughts are as this strange year ends
Snow once more will welcome a new year in.

A sleepy little town will sleep under a blanket of white tonight.

When we awake all will be crisp and bright.

We will start our day with great plans in store

For all that white stuff just beyond our door.

My Poetry

"The Leaves of Fall"

Fall's leaves are blowing thru the air
Like bright, electric snow.
Scurrying across the waiting ground
With no particular place to go.

They pay no heed to daily tasks
Such things, as humans do.
Only falling from the trees around
So earth can start anew.

When night does fall they gather close
On the ground, 'tis where they'll rest.
Waiting for that cool crisp air
That becomes a blanket upon their chest.

When the sun shines upon them in the morn
They'll be heavy laden with night's frost.
It has settled upon their quietness
But not all is counted loss.

They'll glisten as the sun shines bright
While on the ground they lay.
Waiting for the suns' sweet warmth
To drive the dew away.

Then they'll hustle excitedly
Across the ground some more.
Much like the startled geese
Headed for distant shores.

Until such time the earth reclaims
Them back to the dirt below,
They will journey in the fall
Allowing their colors to richly glow.

And we will be most sweetly blessed
If we but stop to enjoy
What God has put upon His earth
For every man, woman, girl and boy.

Crickett

My Poetry

To all the young loves out there that have "loved and lost". It is not over. Your love is there - waiting. Maybe not today. Maybe not next month. And maybe not even this year. But it will be there.

Young Hearts

Young hearts are sweet and young and tender
Unscathed by the world's affairs.
Young hearts are sometimes given freely
To someone without much care.

Young hearts don't have time that's taught the old
To seek those things which are true
Young hearts may leap at Love's first light
And see skies of only blue.

Young hearts see only the good in that
Which it's chosen to call it's own.
Young hearts don't look down the winding road
And ponder what's not known.

Young hearts fall hard when they fall
The warnings they could not heed
Young hearts aren't familiar with the pain
That makes their young hearts bleed.

Young hearts may think that life is nil
When it comes to feeling such pain.
The young heart can't see their skies of blue
When all they hear is rain.

But young hearts grow with every change
Though they may not see it clearly
Young hearts will heal from pain endured
To learn to love more dearly.

Young hearts will learn life's lessons well

As their young hearts mend and grow

And when Young heart chooses the one to love,

That heart they'll get to know.

Crickett

MY POETRY

"Deep in Slumber"

As I see them deep in slumber
I can't help myself, but to wonder
What dreams lie within their minds
Or would sweet nothings be what I find?


The peace that rests upon their faces
Takes me back to distant places
Where life was simple and carefree
This is what my heart does see.


But are they dreaming as I stare
About such things without a care?
Are their minds just peacefully blank
Or are they planning today's new pranks?

It's not up to me to know at all
But for them to recall
Those things that played out in their sleep
All that's good, and fun, and sweet.

So as they lay there in peaceful slumber
My heart can't help but to wonder
If their lives will be full of grace
As they make their way from "place to place".

I long for them the simple things
That only God's love and joy can bring.
For success in all life's many endeavors
And to make their marks, for now, forever.

So as they lay there in peaceful slumber
My heart can't help but to wonder . . . . . .

Crickett

MY POETRY

I was standing at the kitchen window pouring my second cup o' Joe, when I caught sight of a truck pulling a closed in trailer behind it. The company's name on the trailer was "Paper Dreams". I've seen this trailer before but, for some reason, this morning it "triggered" a poem in my brain! I borrowed their name for my poem :) ! Think they will mind? Na!

Paper Dreams

Paper dreams, in the scheme of things
Is a scrapbooker's, stamper's delight.
Creations for ways to use the stuff
May very well keep us up late at night.

We plot the way we plan to create
The millions of visions we have in our head.
Interruptions and distractions at times like these
We notably, distastefully, most assuredly, dread!

Please give us our space, it's so little to ask
That we may create the dreams that lie within us.
We stamp and we cut, and we punch and we tear
Our layouts with details that require so much fuss.

And out of our brains come the creations of heart
Put on paper, such words can not describe.
To create our memories of life, heart and soul
Our love thru our talents we simply can't hide.

So paper dreams, in the scheme of things
Is a scrapbooker's, stamper's delight.
Creations for ways to use the stuff
Will assuredly keep us up late at night!

Crickett