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Remember every choice has a consequence. You may kid yourself by convincing yourself that a bad choice feels right. The bad choices are the easiest ones to make. It’s the right choices that feels like work.

You can fool some people but there are others who will always know your true intentions. Often, they are the ones that keep quiet.

Don’t fool yourself, you are not fooling them.

Hello everyone. Have you missed my Friday’s Song? I have. Today I took a quiz to see what Dave Matthew’s song I would be and the result was Grey Street. I love the song and was pleasantly pleased. After listening to the lyrics more deeply I realized that yeah, this could have been me. But the difference is, I am happy with the life I have been given and do believe that someone hears my prayers and they listen.
Have a great Friday and enjoy listening to some Dave. He always sings to my soul.


Grey Street lyrics
Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, “Hey, how did I come to this?”
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can’t get out of this place.
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’ll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might
She says “I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? ”
There’s lonliness inside her
And she’ll do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of courage
But she says “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street
And the end of the world. ”
There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’ll do anyrthing to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her
Using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To Grey

Today is one year ago that my father passed away. Not one day has gone by that I haven’t thought about him. I will miss that man forever and wish that other people have the chance in life to meet someone as extraordinary as that man.
I wrote a poem for him.

It has been a year but in our hearts you remain
Time heals wounds but doesn’t lessen the pain

You were a man that so many aspired to be
We were blessed to be part of your family

There were so many things that made you unique
A giant smile, a genuine laugh, an honest critique

A man of virtue who eloquently guided his clan
A man God sought out to follow his plan

Heaven’s gain, unfortunately was our disaster
We were left behind. We lost our master

No one will ever replace the man you became
Even a sunny day will never be the same

All the riches couldn’t buy the happiness you supplied
Our lives forever changed the day that you died

Until we meet again, our sweet, kind, loving man
Save us a spot on the other side
If you can

Reflections and Recollections stir in my mind
What I am searching for, I cannot seem to find

A day, a year, a second, they have all gone away
If only a thought could invite a memory to stay

I would dance longer, hug tighter and recognize
That everything worth loving meets its demise

Today wraps up Poetry month. I had fun writing poems but I will be the first to admit I have much more to learn when it comes to writing poetry. Still, I gave it my best shot. The prompt for the last day of poems over at Poetic Asides was Farewell.

To bid farewell to someone or something is not always easy and sometimes heartbreaking. Everything that lives must die. But everything that dies does not need to be forgotten.

Memento Mori

Chats on the backyard swing
Smoking under the train bridge
Sunday dinners at noon
Life is passing by

Laughing at an inside joke
Cookouts in the country
Walks along the railroad tracks
Days forever gone. Why?

Curfews and crazy days
Sitting on the front porch
Loving for the first time
Everything born must die

Farewell to all things loved
Cherished memories will remain
In my dreams, you all resurface
One day, together we will fly.

Never Give Up

Even when they tell you no
Even if you doubt you could
Even if you tried and failed
Believe, Hope, Trust you would

If you believe you can’t. You won’t.
If you believe you can. You will!
It may take a while but keep reaching
Learn a lesson then keep teaching.

Everyone dreams of something
Nobody wants to be nothing
Never give up and you will see
Yourself become what you were meant to be.

Another poem. Today at Poetic Asides Blog, color was the subject of the daily challenge.
I chose to write a poem about Orange. I love the color Orange. There is something magnetic about this color. It’s vibrant, cheery and makes me smile.
My interpretation is different from yours I am sure. What’s your favorite color and why?


She dazzles and twirls
Her energy is loud
She’s earthy and smart,
Stands out in a crowd

She’s exciting and fun
When you see her, you smile
She’s happy-go-lucky,
Always worth your while

She’s unique and memorable
She leaves, you’re lost
A lovely spirit like hers
Would be worth any cost

Sunshine she brings
To any given day
She’s always the one
You let get away

I’m still writing Poems for the Poem a day at Poetic Asides. The premise for yesterday’s poem was an object. The Binky was the first thing that came to mind.

“Aah, how sweet,” was my first thought.
The blue binky was adorable, I loved it!
The baby is crying, where can it be?
Not under the couch, someone please help me!
I searched all over and then some more
The baby is screaming. I’m off to the store.

I will buy another, even though I have five.
Where have they all gone?
Where do they hide?
Here I am, with a brand new blue binky.

Wait, the baby is smiling, how could this be?
While I was gone, she found her missing binky.

Did you ever look forward to getting a few moments to yourself and then you get a glimpse of your sleeping child and wished they were awake?
Don’t call me crazy just yet; I know there are many mothers reading this yelling at me saying “What”?
I can’t help it; I get a twinge of sadness and reflect upon the day every time my children fall asleep. I ask myself if there was more I could have done throughout the day to be a better mother. I whisper their name and hope they respond and then when they do, I ask myself if I was sure that I wanted to wake them up?
You want a moment to yourself and then when you get it, you feel guilty for enjoying it.
I see my children getting older right in front of my eyes and realize that life is slipping by too fast.

If you have read my blog before or know me personally, you know that after my father died I went to see Lisa Williams (a medium) and he came through in a big way. I will write about the whole experience one day but today I am only going to write about what she advised he sends us. She told us that my father sends us dimes to let us know that he still is very much a part of my life. It wasn’t until I started finding dimes in all kinds of odd places at the exact time I was A. thinking of my father, B. looking at a picture of my father or C. talking to my father (yes, I still talk to him in my mind, that I remembered her telling us. I was surprised to see many stories on the internet of loved ones claiming to receive dimes after someone near and dear passed away. I started journaling about the dimes I have found and how I came to find them and tonight I want to share one of my favorite dime stories.

Friday night was supposed to be date night for my husband and I. But instead of sitting across a dimly lit table, engaging in deep conversation and sipping on red wine, we were shoulder to shoulder in an emergency room waiting for him to be taken back(Alert-He is okay). After an hour or so, I became thirsty and cursed myself for not bringing along any cash. The only thing I thought was needed was my Mac card. A vending machine does not take a Mac card (at least not yet). My husband opened his wallet to find a lonely dollar. He handed it to me and off I went, hoping that a soda wouldn’t cost more than a buck. I scanned the machine and could not see anywhere the cost for a drink. Because I am such a genius, I decided to feed the machine my dollar and then wait to see how much it advised I would owe. The green neon light flashed .35 cents. Surely, I could come up with that teeny amount. I checked my pockets, nothing, pulled out every card of my wallet in hopes of loose change, nothing. I tried to get the dollar back but realized it wasn’t going to give it back to me. I was in a dilemma. I motioned for my sick husband to come my way and stand by the machine while I raced to the car to retrieve .35 cents. On my way out the door I said “Come on Dad; send me some of those dimes.” I scanned the parking lot, expecting to see a dime or two but was disappointed when none showed up. I rummaged through my car and only found one sticky nickel stuck to the cup holder. I was about to give up when a silver shimmer caught my eye. A dime was wedged into the driver’s seat. “Ah, there is a dime, but I still need two more.” I ripped my car apart and felt pathetic that I couldn’t even find a cent. I shut the door and turned around to see a friendly looking man walking toward me. We exchanged hellos and immediately I felt comfortable enough to explain the situation and ask if he could spare a dime (I am no beggar, but that diet coke was calling my name and I needed it). I was disheartened when he explained that he just got discharged from the hospital and had nothing with him. At that point, I think I was more disappointed that I didn’t find the dimes (I always feel like my dad could hear me when I talk) then I was in losing the soda. I turned to head back and I heard footprints behind me, “Excuse me maam,” the man I spoke to was standing behind me with his hand held out (Mind you, I asked him for one dime, not realizing at the time I was short two). “When I opened my car door, there were two dimes on my floor.” He looked as surprised as I was. I took the dimes, thanked him and ran back in, threw the thirty five cents into the machine and was greeted with a flashing green light that read, please deposit $1.00. I took too long and my dollar was eaten up by the machine. I wasn’t about to ask for ten more dimes, I knew that would be pushing my luck.

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