Friday, July 17, 2009

THE WINE OF LIFE

When we were young we found a time
Of holding hands, then running through fields together.
A time of laughter, health, fun
When you and I were one;
Learning to laugh at, to accept one anthers' idiosyncrasies.
In love, in hope,
In forward looking anticipation as our family grew.
We danced into our life together.

We bottled our love, hope, enthusiasm,
Stored them away in the wine cellar of our hearts.
Cradled in the dark warmth of years.
Now my love the time has come at last, at last,
To break open, to taste the wine
That time has brought to all it's excellence.

Mellowed, full bodied, a hearty bouquet
Just waiting for the day
When we two could bring it to our lips
To drink in the essence of perfection
We have patiently waited for.
Let us grow old together, my darling,
Someday but not now...

Now is a new beginning, like in our youth.
A time of holding hands, and running through fields together.
A time of laughter, health, fun.
You and I are one
Learning again to laugh at, to accept
One anothers' idiosyncrasies.
In love, in hope,
In forward looking anticipation with our family grown.
Come, let us dance into the rest of our lives together!
Come my love, let us begin our love story all over again.

TUG-A-WAR

Often there's a tug-a-war
Between mothers, and daughters-in-law.
My friend has that with her son's wife.
She really is not his wife
But his live in girlfriend.
That is what causes strife.

My friends a "smother mother".
Has been all her son's life.
They tug, they pull that poor son
This way, then that.
Till he is all torn to pieces
Like an old worn out hat.

My friend calls me her sister
I wanted you to know.
She's leaving me her Opal
Because she loves me so.
I hope I never pull my kids apart.
I really don't intend to, I promise cross my heart.

Don't see myself as smothering
For I love them, their spouses too.
So happy when they visit
I hug them tenderly.
I promise not to smother
For they mean so much to me.

WHAT IS LOVE?

You can't live by my definition of love.
Sometimes neither can I!
What for me is champagne,
Party hat festive,
For you
Maybe a bore.
Or hard to ignore.

Unattainable?
Who knows?
I can't define it.
All I know is that
When I'm with you
The party begins.
Then life lights up for me!

CLOUDS

Clouds, angel kissed,
Roll by my window tall.
White, marshmallow fluffy mounds
Are my favorite ones of all.

Study constantly to remember
Just how magnificent they are.
Sometimes I feel I can touch them.
Alas, they are too far.

Painting lovely clouds is my hobby.
Practice it night and morn.
They bring joy to my being
If ever I am forlorn.

Whenever I show my paintings
To someone that I like
I go back into my studio
To stroke another strike.

Hanging on our walls
My pictures are to me
Scenes that do bring memories
Of places I remember traveling oversees.

Others are from America
When we took a trip year long.
America is so gorgeous
I'm happy to belong!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

WHATEVER

A little whatever goes a long way.
Whatever is the new teen lingo.
You know, it is expressive.
Whatever this, whatever that.
It does suffice when pushed into
The corner by a parent
Now doesn't it?

TO A YOUNG HOMEMAKER

My heart goes out to you young homemaker.
Sometimes you think that you shall burst,
Or flee to some far country where your mind
May nourish it's great thirst for knowledge.
But there's never time!

No time to sit with ease?
To do exactly as you please?
What exactly would you do?
Write a symphony or two?
Even paint a masterpiece?
Or build an edifice to praise the Lord?

Think!
You are creating beauty here.
Your every action is a prayer.
Your masterpiece is God's design,
His hand on yours, you mold a mind!

Haven't you thought of this before?
Let your noble heart be light.
Know that those you serve
Are adding stars unto your heavenly crown.
God the father is smiling down
On every sacrifice of yours.

CEREBRALITY

by Mary L. Watt

I like cerebral people

Because they are so brainy.

Liberalism is O K by me

Only I’m willing to bet

Those people are

Very zany.


We all know the

Cute monkeys who

Hear no evil, see no evil,

As we try to do.

Speak no evil is important!

A genius can practice that too.


If they qualify for Mensa,

Then always have fun

As well as being smart,

I hope they have

Enough sense-za

To love with all their heart.


Believe it or not

My husband is almost

A genius, he is

So smart. He loves

Me with all his heart.

He did right from t he start.


We have a

Wonderful life.

Love soft Jazz,

Enjoy reading,

Good movies,

Live with pizzas.




A "NAWLINS" LULLABY

A NAWLINS LULLABY

by GG Watt



The first time I laid eyes eyes

On her it was love

At first sight!

I closed my eyes

And breathed in

The aroma of this

Fair city.


Jazz came dancing

Out of every doorway.

On Basin Street.

To me it sounded like

A soft, sweet jazz lullaby.

Echos of the past grabbed

At your heart as you hurried by.


Memories stayed with you

Even after returning home.

Stately mansions, sweet aromas

Of Jambalyah, Crawfish pie,

Etouffee filled great reflections

Of a fabulous vacation. Fun time enjoying

Lunch at the Court of Two Sisters.


More memories were the luscious food,

We enjoyed Jumbalya , Andolle with

Bernaise Sauce, Shrimp Emeralde,

Baked Alaska at Antoines. We

Learned of Queen and King Neptune,

Mardi Gras floats,Meyer t he mad hatter,

Shopping at Bon Marche, grasshopper cocktails,


Early morning benyets at Cafe de Monde.

Watching Orleaners buy magazines, smokes,gum, mints,

While exchanging neighborhood gossip,

Latest news with smiling Mr. Sid.

These memories lingered

Long after returning home.

I think of them often ever sense.