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Granddaughter, Hope, and our great-grandson, Xander. Precious!
My angel of a daughter
lives in Switzerland.
We had the privilege
of spending three weeks
with her and family
and staying with Denise,
our daughter’s “Mother-in-Love.”
When we arrived
at her lovely maison
in the city of Sierre, Valais,
this angel welcomed us.
Back home after our
memorable, amazing visit
the angel sits in my sanctuary
as a constant reminder
of Denise and her angelic
love – and our dear DeDe –
nestled in the faraway Alps.
Oh, that every mother-in-law
might be lovingly known as
an angelic Mother-in-Love!
One New Tooth
Shining bright and clean
One Pug Nose
Smelling life, so keen
One Smiley Mouth
Returning lots of glee
Two Sparkly Eyes
Looking back at me
Two Pink Cheeks
Ready to be kissed
Two Darling Ears
No sounds are missed
Two Strong Shoulders
Holding tall the head
Two Flexible Elbows
Bending to be fed
Two Chubby Hands
Reaching for the moon
Ten Active Fingers
Holding bottle or spoon
One Husky Body
Smelling clean and sweet
Two Wiggly Hips
Ready to dance in the street
Two Sturdy Legs
Ready to go walking
Two Bony Knees
Bending, but not balking
Two Balanced Feet
Holding up this chunk
Ten Monstrous Toes
Like mommy’s – who’d a thunk?
One Grand Future
Impacting Mother Earth
One Perfect Great-Grandson
A million dollars worth
Thank You, Hope and Drew
Thank You for this boy
Thank You, God
He brings us so much joy!
Jan Beekman (GG)
March 7, 2018
The ear to hear
Does not always work
It can change its tune
Take a break and shirk
I took its job for granted
Until one day I found
Sounds came to me distorted
Like vibrations from underground
I couldn’t hear my footsteps
Voices seemed far off
It all began last month
With a cold and nagging cough
I didn’t have the symptoms
Of others with the flu
I had no fever or body ache
Just couldn’t quite hear you
Unless I watched your mouth
Or you spoke up loud and clear,
Your voice seemed all muffled
Especially in my left ear
I kept expecting it to pop
And open up one day
Like it does when you go flying
Then land and yawn and say “Hooray!”
But it has been a month now
And the situation’s worse
The hearing test affirmed the fact
I’m blessed with a hearing curse
Last month my sister stayed with us
She has a hearing problem, too
I let the need to repeat myself
Annoy me more than a time or two
So now I think the Lord above
Is teaching me a lesson
See how it feels in a soundless tunnel
Compassion’s growing, I’m a-guessin’
A hearing aid may be the next
Tool that helps my plight
Just as my seamless bifocals
Improved my failing sight
The audiologist instructed me
To set aside my fears
And open my mind to admit
Aids can help as we add on years
I learned that ignoring it
And thinking I’ll make do
Is not a good alternative
Cuz loss of sound will damage you
It’s not just that it’s annoying
It actually hurts the brain
When sounds decrease and we
Receive the signal with too much strain
Brain cells actually stop working
They shrivel up and die
When they stop getting the stimuli
And scientists know why
They’ve studied this phenomena
There’s evidence to prove
Unused syntax disappear when they don’t
Get the sounds that make them move.
Isolation and depression are
Effects that can set in
And so might dementia start
These facts made my head spin
So here’s my ear that used to hear
I’m ready for it to work again
But just in case it doesn’t mind
I won’t delay; I’ll sport a grin
And listen to my ENT who says
A hearing aid is right for me
I’ll wear the damn thing faithfully
To keep my brains cells working actively.
(Photo by Charles Stanley – In Touch Ministries)
OPEN THE DOOR
Life is full of twists and turns –
Hardships faced and lessons learned.
We do things wrong; We make things right.
We work by day and we sleep at night.
While we are struggling to be good,
God is loving us – as He said He would.
He forgives our failures, lifts us up,
Sends us help and fills our cup.
He takes our sorrows as His own,
Understands our weakness, hears us moan.
He holds us close – draws us near,
Whispers gently in our ear:
“I am with you, never fear.
Life is hard. I feel each tear.
You’re not alone. You’re loved for sure.
There’s hope ahead. There’s life that’s pure.”
So, in the days ahead with us,
We hope you’ll rest and never fuss.
Don’t worry about what comes tomorrow.
He’ll help you find joy instead of sorrow.
Each thing in life is for a reason –
Each action has a God-given season.
You’ve had your summer and your fall.
New spring to winter – a welcomed call.
Let us surround you with love and care
‘Til Jesus calls you to a new place there.
The key to joy is around the bend –
Open the door to life’s wonderful end.
God Bless You!
I saw him approaching me
At the Historical Society’s event.
They were honoring our family,
So folks came to join us – or greetings sent.
He approached with arms extended
And I immediately recognized his face,
Even though I hadn’t seen him since
I’d moved from our homeland’s place.
I returned the hug and marveled
At the way I was transported
Back to when at four years old,
A little tuxedo he sported.
In my taffeta dress of sparkling white
And matching patent leather shoes,
I stood with flowers of yellow hue
In contrast to the bridesmaids’ blues.
Across from me carrying ring on pillow
Was my friend, Frankie, looking sharp.
We thought we were getting married, too,
As we stood and listened to the harp.
I backed up from our friendly hug
And stood looking at my friend.
My eyes glistened with tears of joy
As I was transported back again.
Back to the days when I would sit
Down on the living room floor
And try to duplicate his accordion’s sounds
On a small squeezebox, wishing for more.
More songs to play than that little box could,
More buttons to push on the left,
More keys to play on the piano side;
Wishing I could read the treble clef.
Frankie’s mother, whom I called Aunt Olga,
Although she wasn’t a blood relative at all,
Sent me home with the accordion saying,
“Play for your mom, then bring it back. Don’t fall!”
Across the rocky driveway I went
With that eight button squeezebox in hand.
My mom heard me play “Twinkle Twinkle”
And “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”
“How did you learn to play that thing?”
I could tell she was impressed.
I played again so we could sing along
As I fingered the keys and buttons depressed.
Transported back to Mrs. Jensen,
Who gave me a lesson or two
Before she said, “This accordion isn’t capable
Of doing more than you already do.”
Transported back to Girl Scout Camp
In the Sierra Nevada Mountains so green,
To the day when my parents surprised me
With the most beautiful accordion I’d ever seen.
It had one hundred twenty bass keys,
And the keyboard reached down to my knees.
Pearly white with sparkling gold keys,
I took lessons until I could play the Dance of the Bees!
Frankie reminded me I paid for the small one
With the allowance I saved every week.
Twenty-five bucks was a lot in those days.
I smiled as we parted with a kiss on the cheek.
There is nothing more precious, nothing more sweet,
Than childhood memories, friends from days past,
Chances to reconnect with those you love,
Recreate memories – and make new ones that last.
A “Vacation” means to vacate
The work, the folks, the place –
To leave behind the stress and strain –
Get off the treadmill; leave the rat race.
But what if you’re retired
And you like the things you do?
What if you don’t have to work?
What’s a break from routine for you?
A “Staycation” means to stay put.
You don’t have to hop in a car.
You don’t need an RV or trailer.
You can take a break right where you are.
Stay in your retirement spot –
In the beautiful place where you give.
Continue to play with friends each day.
Your Staycation is the way that you live.
Gather your toys and relish your friends.
Invite family to come from afar.
You don’t have to vacate to live the good life.
You’re living it daily – right where you are.