Wine for Two I had just completed a ten page proposal to a multi-million dollar corporation,attached it to an email and clicked"send". It was almost 3:00am,I was tired and she had long since gone up to bed and was by now lightly snoring; deviated septum. I peeked in on the girls who had earlier that day driven their mother crazy at the mall.Seems they decided to play "ditch" on her and had her frantically searching every store,nook and cranny of the mall for them while they followed her trhoughout giggling and laughing just out of earshot.She finally went to security who were just about to put out a "Lost Child"report over the intercom when the girls walked up with their"Hi mom where did you go, we were looking all over for you" attitudes.They were in their room when I got home from work,their mother chopping salantro in the kitchen,the look on her face said not to get to near with that knife in her hand. I heard all about the girl's escapades at dinner,admonished them and banned them to their room for the rest of the evening with no phone, video games or computer.They weren't too happy about no computer because in this day and age it is the way youth tend to prefer to communicate with one another.In my day it was the telephone.Their mother, after tidying the kitchen and starting the dishwasher,retired to our room for the night with a book and a bottle of wine.After watching the nightly news I retired to finish up the proposal a wine glass with me. She was in the tub when I got there,wine bottle on the floor, she in the tub soaking, glass in hand.She acutally looked pretty comfy, and I commented that I wish I could join her.She motioned to a spot next to her...ahhh but I had to decline.That proposal needed to get there before they arrived at work next morning...so she shrugged and handed me the bottle. While she was reading and I was working we chatted about the day.I told her about the proposed merger which would up my salary...and tax bracket,she said she felt bad for coming down on the girls so hard but in this day and age...a little while later she drifted off to sleep and now lied there softly snoring. So I turned the computer monitor off,walked to her side of the bed and planted a soft kiss on ther foreheadbefore banging my shin on the footboard yet again on my way to my side of the bed and cursing silently.I crawled into bed and turned out the light.
Wine for Two
I had just completed a ten page proposal to a multi-million dollar corporation,attached it to an email and clicked"send". It was almost 3:00am,I was tired and she had long since gone up to bed and was by now lightly snoring; deviated septum.
I peeked in on the girls who had earlier that day driven their mother crazy at the mall.Seems they decided to play "ditch" on her and had her frantically searching every store,nook and cranny of the mall for them while they followed her trhoughout giggling and laughing just out of earshot.She finally went to security who were just about to put out a "Lost Child"report over the intercom when the girls walked up with their"Hi mom where did you go, we were looking all over for you" attitudes.They were in their room when I got home from work,their mother chopping salantro in the kitchen,the look on her face said not to get to near with that knife in her hand.
I heard all about the girl's escapades at dinner,admonished them and banned them to their room for the rest of the evening with no phone, video games or computer.They weren't too happy about no computer because in this day and age it is the way youth tend to prefer to communicate with one another.In my day it was the telephone.Their mother, after tidying the kitchen and starting the dishwasher,retired to our room for the night with a book and a bottle of wine.After watching the nightly news I retired to finish up the proposal a wine glass with me.
She was in the tub when I got there,wine bottle on the floor, she in the tub soaking, glass in hand.She acutally looked pretty comfy, and I commented that I wish I could join her.She motioned to a spot next to her...ahhh but I had to decline.That proposal needed to get there before they arrived at work next morning...so she shrugged and handed me the bottle.
While she was reading and I was working we chatted about the day.I told her about the proposed merger which would up my salary...and tax bracket,she said she felt bad for coming down on the girls so hard but in this day and age...a little while later she drifted off to sleep and now lied there softly snoring.
So I turned the computer monitor off,walked to her side of the bed and planted a soft kiss on ther foreheadbefore banging my shin on the footboard yet again on my way to my side of the bed and cursing silently.I crawled into bed and turned out the light.
Grandma Shoes
When I was very littleAll the Grandmas that I knewAll walked around this worldIn ugly grandma shoes.
You know the ones I speak of,those black clunky heeled kind,They just looked so very awfulThat it weighed upon my mind,
For I knew, when I grew old .I'd have to wear those shoes,I'd think of that, from time to timeIt seemed like such bad news.
I never was a rebel,I wore saddle shoes to school,And next came ballerinasThen the sandals, pretty cool.
And then came spikes with pointed toesThen platforms, very tall,As each new fashion came alongI wore them, one and all.
But always, in the distance,Looming in my future, there,Was that awful pair of ugly shoes,The kind that Grandmas wear.
I eventually got marriedAnd then I became a MomOur kids grew up and left,And when their children came along,
I knew I was a GrandmaAnd the time was drawing nearWhen those clunky, black, old lace up shoesWas what I'd have to wear.
How would I do my gardeningOr take my morning hike?I couldn't even think aboutHow I would ride my bike!
But fashions kept evolvingAnd one day I realizedThat the shape of things to comeWas changing, right before my eyes.
And now, when I go shoppingWhat I see, fills me with gleeFor, in my jeans and ReeboksI'm as comfy as can be.
And I look at all these teenage girlsAnd there, upon their feetAre clunky, black, old Grandma shoes,And they really think they're neat.
THE NIGHT SWEATS
My love holds me quietly in his embrace
I am content and free from care
I softly reach up to touch his face
Only to find him not there!
*****
Fully awake now, I wipe my tears,
how long must I suffer his spell?
The lonely months have turned to years,
still in my heart he dwells.
**
Burried alive, was my love so pure
and alive it has remained,
How ever shall I forget or endure
without going slowly insane?
*
With each day passing into the night,
I take comfort in these secret pleasures.
In my dreams my love holds me tight,
while I gather a night time of treasures
***
Daylight brings stark reality
to the life that I have chosen
I walk, I talk and work and play,
the smile on my face is frozen.
^^^^
My life It seems, I'm wishing away,
awaiting blessed hours of the night
When you will be waiting with open arms
to enfold me and make our world right.
COMFORTABLY NUMMIE
TEMPEST
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(Translated from the Spanish)
Heaven heaves a mighty sigh;
The great oaks bow and quake;
The ground billows into clouds
With the smell of hot and dry.
Birds are forced into silence;
The impetuous clouds furiously lash on
Devouring everything in sight
And building a blinding wall.
The sands before them flee;
Mouths and nostrils are choked.
The cry is out to beware--
The ground in anger rises!
--Duststorm�?/FONT>
Nat Faul; 1974
--Duststorm�?/P>
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1974
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