Musings for my Beloved

Musings for my Beloved

Consists of prayers

Offered for my Beloved.

When I think of You

Many, yes very many,

Times a day, my heart

Expands to almost bursting!

I can barely contain the

Overpowering love I feel for

You!

Help me, my Beloved, to

Always let you know

Of this, however, of course

You do know by returning

Your GREAT, Perfect LOVE,

Over, still over again to me.

I'LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’ll never kiss a corpse again

I promise you

No never.

When mother died

I did just that

The experience

Was horrid!

I bent, I kissed

Dear mother

On the forehead.

Rigor Mortis

Had settled in

She was

As hard as marble!

Sweet mother

Lie in death’s

Clam slumber.

Gone has mother

To her heavenly home.

I’ll never have another!

I'LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’LL NEVER KISS A CORPSE AGAIN!

I’ll never kiss a corpse again

I promise you

No never.

When mother died

I did just that

The experience

Was horrid!

I bent, I kissed

Dear mother

On the forehead.

Rigor Mortis

Had settled in

She was

As hard as marble!

Sweet mother

Lie in death’s

Clam slumber.

Gone has mother

To her heavenly home.

I’ll never have another!

ABSTRACTION

So many people are puzzled

By abstract paintings

You see.

Attempting to explain them

Seems to have been left to me.

Take a simple example

Perhaps a family.

One stroke is the family

One more could be a tree!

Use imagination

When looking for delight.

It jumps right out, and catches you

When you study it just right.

You'll see horses, people, fantasy.

They come alive in painting strokes.

So keep looking you'll enjoy it

Not just sophisticated, but there for common folks.

A LOVE LIKE YOURS

Refrain:

Let me see with eyes like yours.

Let me hear with ears like yours.

Let me cry with tears like yours

So I can love completely.

Let me walk where you have walked.

Let me talk as you have talked.

Teach me to look inside everyone

And find your love completely.

Chorus:

People look for love each day.

Any place in any way.

If they'd only look for you

They'd find true love completely!

Chorus:

Your example led the way

How to live, and what to say.

Help us Lord in every way

To live your love completely.

If

LITTLE MISS SPIDER

LITTLE MISS SPIDER

by GG Watt

We know the poem

Regarding the little girl

Who had a big spider

Sit down beside her.

Well this poem is about

That little Miss spider.

She is now looking

For a handsome, big

Mr. spider for a groom.

He must have a big, new

Heavenly web, to make

A diamond ring of dew.

She wants to have children

Some day soon.

She dreams of sitting

Next to her dream man,

With his long spiderly legs

Around her, gazing at the moon.

Their children will be beautiful.

All glossy, with six lovely

Long legs, to romp from

Flower to flower, stem to stem.

They will have large red eyes.

They will come when she calls them.

Children will be model children.

She and her spider man

Will live happily in his web,

Eating insects, living day by day

In perfect peace, and happiness.

Contented in every way.

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!

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.

CAMEO

My mother, my grandmother

Always wore a cameo

Everyday.  All the ladies

Of that era did as it was

The height of fashion in 

The early nineteen hundreds.

It was clasped at the top of 

Their high necked dresses.

A lovely carved Ivory piece

Which usually had a 

Pale peach color also.

Carved always in oval shape.

A beautiful lady was

Silhouetted with fine 

Features.  Sometimes

There was a small diamond

At her breast.  When mother

Passed away I wanted hers.

Another family member,

Who lived in the same

City as mother, got

There before I arrived

For mothers funeral so I

Never found the precious cameo.

Years later I saw it,

Also other gifts my husband

Had given me, on her wall

When I visited.  A few months

Later I wrote to ask her if

I could have or buy then from her.

She said she never had them!

Her mother said she 

Had sold them.  Sad for me

To realize my progeny would

Not have valuable family heirlooms.

Some people have no sentimentality!

Song: A BAPTISMAL CELEBRATION

Open your eyes, and you will see a family.

Open you heart, and you will feel God's love through me!

We will always be here for you

To comfort your distress.

Let us love you, and you will see

That we are your family.

Take His good news out everywhere,

You are born anew!

Live in His love, the kingdom of God

Is here for you.

The kingdom of God is in your heart

You're born again today.

This is the day we've dreamed about,

And now you've come to stay.

Repeat vs 1 & 2 , and end slowly with feeling.

Jesus loves you the way He loves all

The saints in the family of God.

COUSIN PAT

COUSIN PAT

by Mary Louise Watt

He was in the first wave

On the beach

Of mainland Italy, Sept. 3rd, 1943.

It was the successful invasion

Of Sicily.  Sadly he died

There his buddies trying to reach!

So sad for our family.

He worked, put his twin

Larry through college. 

We dearly loved him so.

His turn would be next

Now he could not go.

Two years after

That long world war two

We got back a Christmas package.

He never saw, it’s true.

A very stale Chocolate cake,

Wrapped presents for him to view.

When their mother

Aunt Bea passed away

Gramma raised the children.

The twins, little John, sister Ann. 

Father was a vet in the Army

In a foreign land.

When I was four 

On my birthday a package came.

Two big holes for peeking.

Looking in saw two big eyes.

I heard a whimper!  Oh boy, 

A doggie!  Something I was seeking.

From my uncle the vet.

Note inside said that

Beagles were best for children.

Named the puppy Sikes

For we lived in Sikeston then.

He romped after us on bikes.

I loved my doggie so:

Then one day we had to go away,

 So we left him with a neighbor.

When we came back for him

They said he had run away.

I found him in a closet dim!

We had moved to

Kansas City where

My daddy owned a store.

 One night he took

Me in his store,  gave me

A huge cookie, book to look.

We lived at 1313 E.Thirteenth street.

On the big sun porch my mother

Taught me to read, write, spell.

I got in trouble in school

Because the teacher said

I answered every question too well.  

PEACHES

                                          PEACHES

               by  GG Watt

When I was little

My cousins called me “Peaches”,

Actually they called me

“Peaches and cream”.

I liked the nickname because

Peaches are very sweet.

When twins Pat and Larry

Called me that 

I thought it pretty neat!

Gramma raised the twins,

Baby John Adams, beautiful Ann,

After Beatrice their mother died.

Gramma said “Raise them I can!”

They came to live in

Gramma’s big, lovely Victorian home

In Sedalia, Missouri from

Their home across the 

Big ocean’s foam.

Their father John 

Was in the Army

He was a vet.

He took care of 

The horses there,

In the Philippines.

Could not care for four

 Small babies under five,

By himself, at least not yet. 

Under Gramma’s care 

With character, faith, love,

They grew up so strong.

Fine citizens were they

Intelligent, cultured, charming.

Ann even more beautiful!

Larry, John so sweet, so kind.

Pat enlisted as the war started.

His Army adventures alarming!

NORA

  Nora

  by GG Watt

Poor little Nora Frumble

Every day at school

She would take a fall

Books and all

From the hall clear

Down the stairs

Poor Nora Frumble

Anything to be noticed

By the boys in high school.

Bump, bump, bump

She would tumble.

You would think

Everyone would

Catch on eventually.

But very few did.

The exceptions were

My friends and I.

Every day at exactly two,

Right after the bell rang

To change classes,

We'd wait at the foot

Of the stairs to watch her, 

To see the act she would do.

This is a matter of fact.

She would clutch her forehead,

Gracefully down she would go!

Over, over, over then land

KERPLUNK! Right at our feet.

We would try not to laugh,

Yes, we would laugh so

Trying not to let her know.

What a show!

SNOW ICE CREAM

Mother saw a recipe

In the paper one day

For making snow ice cream.

She sent my sister, two brothers, 

Outside with big spoons.

Off they went out the door.

I trotted along after them

Carrying a very small one

As I was only four.

We also took a dishpan

To gather "only very white

Snow!" said mother

Emphasizing "no yellow!"

At four I thought that funny.

It was a very cold day so

I was bundled up to my nose.

But in spite of the snow

The day was quite sunny.

Inside mother got out the big

Ice cream machine, hooked

It up, then we came inside.

We watched as it churned

Round, round it went, I stood

On my tip toes to see our 

Treat being made.  When

It was finished we all had some.

It was the best ever, so good.