Someone, where are you? Your daughter needs your attention.
Clive is a cat , he looked like no other
He searched the world over , looking for mother
His coat was a wash , of gray and some white
When the moon glowed , he sure was a sight
He walk down the hill , to the pond so calm
Not a soul was found , especially his mom
He looked up with tears while god he did hear
Your moms up here , she didn’t disappear
He asked the great voice , as he started to walk
Can I see my mom , or can we just talk
The voice being slow was also real soft
As most of Clive’s wishes mostly were lost
grabbing and clawing scratching his chin
He replied to the voice as he started to grin
when I close my eyes and begin to dream
Thinking about our life, it will be supreme
God voice was bold as he said kinda loud
Clive I will tell you , your mother is proud
When a mother’s child is hurting, or somehow is done wrong
The pain she feels for her dear child is wide and deep and strong
It matters not how old the child, if three or thirty-five
A mother’s child is still her child as long as she’s alive
A mother’s pain will come and go for hurts that she may feel
But a mother’s pain for her dear child cuts like a knife of steel
If you’re a mother with a child, you understand me well
There is no need to speak a word, you know of what I tell
Be cautious of the mother whose dear child you may have hurt
I say this as a warning, please take heed to this alert
A mother’s like a lioness…with care she guards her young
Or maybe like a hornet’s nest…be careful, lest you’re stung.
Pam loved Pete they had it made
two little boys both named Wade
traveled the country in a big R V
so many sights the family did see
never setting roots like many we know
they moved around more than an Indians toe
learning from the world and mom and dad
soaking up nature , even lily pads
living a life that can’t be surpassed
the two little wades , one day asked
do you regret the things you let slide
to be with us on this life long ride
dad turned to them a tear in his eye
wade and wade your both my prize
I’d relive these days with out delay
two wade’s grinning said happy fathers day
- OK Dad- Live Your Convictions (tmpinsyr.com)
It’s no secret , while I’m going through rehab and recovery I’m staying at my mom and dads . Growing up here was rather unsettling at times , and grand at others . An old story my dad would tell us was “Peg leg Wilson ” a made up tail about an old guy with a wooden leg . I wont lie , it scare the crap out of me and I think the other kids as well . We grew up in an old two-story house with plenty of noises on its own , without the manufacture of them . My younger brother and I shared a bedroom , it was the biggest bedroom in the house . It had a small closet in one of the corners that I was always scared of . When the lights went off the noises always began .
I have visited my mom and dad over the years many times and always felt a presence around me . This time visiting I am feeling this a little more , but i put it off due to my body healing . The other day I was wandering around the yard , Taking pictures of some flowers . I actually posted them on 20 lines under the heading of Sights of summer . Anyway , I walked into the garage and heard something , I listened a little closer , It was my name . Someone was calling my name in a weak whisper two or three times . I looked over towards the window of the garage and quickly took a picture . I couldn’t see anything so I blew it off to my imagination and returned inside . Today I looked at the picture , to my amazement there is someone in the window . Now I showed this to my mom ( it’s no one I know ) And she tells me it looks identical to a man who lived here before them . Here’s the thing that has my skin crawling …He died in this house the day I was born….
This is the presence following me….I know now I’m not crazy…..
An offering from my daughter Rebekkah, even if it does make me sound a little bad… :-(
Chef introduces me to The Family.
Originally posted on Everyone Has A Story...:
Chef is from a very, very large Hispanicfamily. His mother is the eldest child of 13 kids. How incredibly awesome is that?? Basically, her parents gave birth to their own football team, with alternates. I love that…Anyways, Chef’s white father left his family pretty early on in Chef’s life, and left his mom and her very large, close-knit family, to raise their four kids. Sad, but it was what it was.
To introduce me to this large extended family, Chef thought it would be fun to take me to one of his family’s get-togethers. And these people throw a fantastic party. Good food, good locations, and Mariachi‘s for entertainment. And I was really nervous, but excited to be going. When we arrived, the family was really nice to me, especially my new mother-in-law. The only fly in the soup was that they all spoke Spanish
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