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.

Happy Earth Day! I intended on posting this early this morning, but as usual the day went by too quick.
The older I get, the more I appreciate our Earth. When you are young, (at least when I was) you take the Earth for granted. If you live in an area filled with mountains (which I do) they eventually become invisible unless you make it a point for them not to. This is the sort of thing I have been making a conscious effort to not do lately. I want to take a moment to cherish the beauty in the mountains, breathe in a breath of fresh air, and marvel at the blue sky.
Appreciating our Earth on a daily basis will change the way you look at life. I recall my father saying “It’s good to be alive.” He loved a beautiful day and never let one pass without recognizing how lucky he was to see nature at its best.

Wake up. Take in the view. Open a window and enjoy what you have today because tomorrow it can be taken away.

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?

Orange

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.

April is poetry month. I am not a poet but I do like to dabble in poetry once in a while. The novice poet that I am thought that to have a good poem you must rhyme, but after seeing many poems, I realize that is completely wrong. A good poet conveys emotions through words and tells you a story without writing a book. I stumbled upon the Poetic Asides blog and noticed that for the month of April, they are encouraging poets and non poets to write a poem a day.
Each day, a prompt is given and you are to write a poem based on the prompt. I will share the one I wrote regarding something missing.
This is our first Easter without my father. It was actually this time last year that he let us know that he wasn’t feeling right. Last Easter we would have never guessed that within three months he would be gone. Tomorrow we will paint Easter Eggs with the kids as we always do on Good Friday. But this year my father won’t be sitting at the head of the table painting his famous egg.

The Egg

The colors are lovely but not as lovely as before
Sadness hides behind the delicate smiles.

The children excitedly paint their masterpieces
The energy of love lost encircles the room
One by one the eggs are placed inside the basket
Silence pours through, suddenly we are aware
The polka-dot egg is missing, his masterpiece
The basket is full but our hearts are empty

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.

I hate when I write a blog, and then later read it and find that I misspelled something or used the wrong spelling for a word. It drives me batty and makes me feel like a terrible writer. I just spotted an error where I used scent, instead of cent. Feeling like a fool on April fools:)

I GOT MY SISTER TODAY WHEN I TOLD HER THAT FOR SOME REASON THE GARBAGE MEN DUMPED A WHOLE BAG OF GARBAGE ON HER FRONT PORCH. SHE WAS ABOUT TO FREAK OUT WHEN SHE REALIZED IT WAS APRIL FOOLS.
YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD BE READY WHEN SOMEONE ATTEMPTED TO PULL A PRANK ON ME.
MY MOTHER FURIOUSLY KNOCKED ON MY BACK DOOR, “LET ME IN, HURRY”. I THOUGHT IT WAS COLD OUT AND SHE WAS JUST EAGER TO GET INSIDE BUT AS I APPROACHED THE DOOR, SHE LOOKED OVER HER SHOULDER AND SAID “THERE IS A BIG RED FOX IN YOUR YARD.” (GREAT ACTING, I MIGHT ADD)
THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS THAT WE NORMALLY SEE IN OUR AREA SO I WAS A BIT SURPRISED BUT NOT SUSPICIOUS, AFTER ALL SHE IS NOT A LIAR. TH

I got my sister today when I told her that for some reason the garbage men dumped a whole bag of garbage on her front porch. She was about ready to freak out when she realized it was April fool’s day.
You would think I would be ready when someone attempted to pull a prank on me.
My mother furiously knocked on my back door, “Let me in, hurry!”
I thought it was cold out and she was eager to get inside to a warm home. But as I approached the door, she looked over her shoulder and said, “There is a big red fox in your back yard.”
I have to admit, she is a good actress because I was surprised but not suspicious. When she came in and announced “April Fools!” I kicked my self for being so gullible.
Did you pull a prank today? Was one pulled on you?

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 scent. 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.