Quick note, poem style,
Laundry still big pile,
Mexico, was lot's of fun,
Rode in car, back's undone......
Palm Springs, nice too,
Left hip, came unglued,
Last night, tummy ache,
Kathy's Inn, burger steak,
Olives rancid, told them so,
Diarrea ......had to go!

Hot tub, yesterday,
Had fun, now I pay,
Sorta soothed, pain in back,
Once again, need to pack.

Next trip, Elko snow,
Promised friends; gotta go,
25th taking off,
Back hurts when I cough.
Bills piled 2 feet deep,
Paid online; now I can sleep.
Dust bunnies; toilet's green,
Maid is sick; hasn't seen,
Teeth pulled, she's in pain,
Wish she had some novacaine.
Trees beg, need some pruning,
Guitar begs, needs tuning,
Laid down.... flat on bed,
"Chiropractor!", Stew said.
Today Bobby sees vet,
Sist on leg, bigger yet.
Sister still not meek,
Seven months; won't speak,
Daughter Jetta back home,
One Month ...near Rome,
I met her love of life,
Is she his future wife?
Son's wife, pregnant still,
They smile; what a thrill !
One daughter.... moves soon,
New wife; Carolina moon,
Grandson; loud white guy,
Four feet tall; only five !
Oldest daughter, diets long,
Six weeks, going strong.
Her son, named Drew,
Missed school; had flu,
Mechanic school fixing car,
So far; up to par!
Me?.... on diet too,
Four days, me and Stew,
4 days, 4 pounds,
Keep no alcohol around.
A gal I know, flaps lips,
Says to diet, after trip.....!
I say, no go.......
I'll get fatter, ho, ho, ho !
Planning future Red Hat fun,
I'm the Queen; under gun,
Nice gals; love the club,
We like to smoke and visit pub,
Ads in paper, house for rent,
Hope for tenants; Heaven sent,
Bought fixer with no owner pride,
Two dead cats were left inside.
Stew's sure got his work cut out,
Landlords often cuss and shout.
Tonight make fish (no steak),
Rather have, chocolate cake.
Xmas decor still around,
It's 10am I'm in nightgown,
Lay down, just a while,
Feel my aching back smile,
Oops, no sheets, on the bed,
Poor me, sleepyhead.
To make my bed, hurts back,
Force myself; blow stack,
TV dinner, sounding swell,
Stepford wives can go to hell.

Here is a poem I wrote today Nov. 26, 2004 to let all the family know how much I appreciate you all !

THIS MUST BE THE PLACE
(c)LindaV 11/26/04
This must be the place they spoke of when they wrote the song,
The one they said there's no place like, and called it home sweet home,
My father used to play that song on his beat up guitar,
When long ago divorces were uncommon and bizarre,
When he said goodbye I wondered where our sweet home went,
Tears of sadness filled my eyes, I knew not what love meant,
Because I learned that loved ones can abandon and depart,
It scared me so, to say goodbye, I vowed to close my heart.
The years went on with me adrift, still searching without rest,
I said hello, I said goodbye, but could not give my best,
They never knew I loved them so; they wondered why I fled,
I thought that if I chose to stay, they'd run away instead,
But buried deep inside my heart the love was aching there,
I kept it all inside me; so afraid to give or share,
Then one day the struggle got too tough to drift alone,
"Damn!" I said, "There must be such a place as home sweet home!"
I opened up my arms to them; it seemed they all came running,
They were waiting patiently, and thought me strange and funny,
They'd had their share of sadness, but kept smiling through the storm,
Taking turns to guard their nest and keep each other warm,
The children came, the older folks, the cousins and the nieces,
They watched me bending over then, to pick up all the pieces,
They helped me find what Daddy could not give to me that day,
Even though he'd cried with me, he had to walk away.
Tears are not so bad when you can let them fall together,
A family that stands by you does, in any kind of weather.
That's what Thanksgiving means to me, a bent old tree can grow,
I'm thankful for each one of you, just wanted you to know,
Someday, when I say goodbye, you'll know I"d rather stay,
It does not mean you were not loved, when Grandma's go away.

Dec. 5: Jake and Rowena drove over to watch our Christmas parade here in Clearlake, since ME and my Red Hat chapter made a float and were in it! That was so sweet of them. Here is the poem I wrote for them today:
YOU CAME TO MY PARADE !!
A poem for you...
I only have one son, who has one wife, the dimpled one,
They are very sweet to me and gave me special birthday fun,
I love the shiny red hat pin, the red hat earrings too,
But, most of all in my parade, the best of gifts was you!
You came, you saw, you waved at me, in cold and frosty weather,
That's the gift I'll treasure always, in my heart, forever.
I love you two, MUM
_____________________________________________________________

Another silly poem of mine:
Title: The Husbands
DEC.2004

To each of them I gave a daughter,
To one of them a son,
Hope they know now, though I gave up,
I loved them every one,
The first one was my first love,
And sometimes that's the best,
But when I found the second one, I put that love to rest,
His eyes were so alluring, I called him spider eyes,
But, when he drifted out to sea, I knew he'd said goodbye,
I ran away to Hollywood, I thought I could find me,
Instead I found the third man, And I once again believed,
That love should last forever, that love just cannot die,
I waited 8 long years and gave him twins to clinch the tie,
But, then he grew so distant, and I followed then his lead,
Not knowing why, we walked away, with wicked planted seeds,
Still, I often wonder why, these men and I were wrong,
Was it because their love and mine was really not that strong?
My fourth love is my last love, and no children were conceived,
But, what was born between us is a trust and lucid dreams,
A love so unconditional, expecting no returns,
A love so strong it moves the earth, and love that never burns,
It isn't like the first one, nor the second or the third,
That's why it's so magnificent, "To Die For" is the word.