Memories

I think I see

A coke and smile

I will walk

a million miles

just for a coke,

and smile.

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Lemonade Grump
Lemonade, Lemonade 5 cents no more… Come to the stand you just can’t ignore. Glasses of flowers and paper ‘throw away’, come to the lemonade stand today.  Off in the distance the summer grump lurked, he was searching for a little girl to hurt. He went through the streets and happened upon a lemonade stand that did not belong After all, this little blonde, six year old tot a permit to sell, she neglected and had not. I will turn her in and stop all this fun, she will soon be scared and on the run  So he went to the court house and mayor and such to sign all the papers he wanted so much. He’d stop this child with her lemonade stand, he would be the happiest grump in the land.  They will compound her boxes with written signs of “5 cents for lemonade, with even the rind”… He would take care of her wishes of money for school, and keep her from learning the golden rule.		He would make sure she cried and take all her dreams, so the grump would sleep better with all of his schemes. When he was finished, he stayed lingering with a smile, after all, they would tear it down in a while  So as he waited in the heat of the day something funny was happening, going her way. The people that were there to tear down her stand, were buying the lemonade, hand over hand.  Instead of the five cents she so humbly had charged, they were giving her dollars and in grand assuage. There is something wrong, he pondered and looked, for the people drinking lemonade all were now hooked.  He saw the girl smile as she took their money,  the people were sharing and calling ‘him’ funny for having lost the spirit of the child deep inside;  he grumbled and held back his tear, as he cried.  Poor Mr. Grumps left beaten that day and thirsty without a fresh squeezed lemonade.  The story of Mr. Grump, left to remind with a child’s heart it is better to be kind!

WAKING

I hope I will always wake in tulip sunshine

among the fragrance of green grass

growing near flowing rivers

while breakfast sizzles in

cast iron skillets

with biscuits

on cobalt

blue

plates.

If this

goes away

in my memory

and leaves me for

another day in changed

places, I want to still wake

in tulip sunrise and still smell

the coffee brew to another time but let

not the reciting bobwhites forget to sound; so I will always remember.

copyright: CMM 2005

Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.

This rose came only once and was not made of silk.

PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,

taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.

Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,

drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.

He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,

this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.

However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.

The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.

This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,

now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.

Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,

crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.

Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,

eternal rose, deep within was nurtured to the tomb.

copyrighted:  ©  CMM  2004

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I threw away old Christmas Cards today.

Going through the Christmas closet,

there they were, from dear friends.

Years and years of hellos in December

sparkles and snow scenes with pictures.

They shared their families triumphs,

some sharing the passing of loved ones.

I am not sure why I kept them,

I guess they felt like treasured gifts.

However, time lessons the feelings

as they collect to be too many.

I decided to throw away the old ones.

Few send Christmas Cards anymore,

they have become less and less.

It is mostly done from family

or retired people with more time.

I threw away the old Christmas Cards today

an era of innocence, at least if feels that way to me.

CMM 2022

The beginning of my Christmas painting,

stay tune for the completion.

I hope it is as wonderful as I want it to be,

I hope it looks festive with all the Christmas trees.

CMM ©️ 2023

The grace was shown

Moments from the throne

The universe shares

As all who cares

Bids the tears

Of the many years

Timeless in sorrows

For all our tomorrows …

Queen Elizabeth with love ❤️

CMM 2022

Run with the angels Eliza,

we will never forget.

The strength of your will,

the power of your step.

We will continue to run,

with the spirit of all who knew.

Why you slipped on your shoes

out for a morning renew.

Run  with the Angels Eliza,

we will push forward for you.

All the runners behind you,

will continue to tie up our 👟 shoes.

(Dedicated to :  Eliza Fletcher who lost her life recently just out for a run.)

CMM. 2022 #eliza #femalerunners # runners 🏃‍♀️ #freedom

There are people

Who help you smile

Just by being in your path

And offer kindness for a while

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( Thank you Starbucks special place fort Leavenworth)