They Say They Don't SmileThey Say They Don't SmileThey Say They Don't Smile6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Newborns don't smile...
it's "just gas" they say.
But, they didn't see my daughter's
face that special day.
I arrived at the nursery
all swelled with pride.
I knew that my daughter
was waiting inside.
The Nurse brought her to me
all bundled up tight
she was born the day prior
and she was all right.
I looked down at her,
and she looked up at me.
A pretty girls eyes
I'm sure recognized me.
With Joy all around us
she looked up at me
and my daughters smile
was welcoming me.
Copyright 1997, TThealer
Dreams pawnsI'll fall down the rabbit holeDreams pawns6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not quite sure where I'll go
I don't need to make any sense
As long as everything's so intense
tumbling up or falling down
finding a smile behind a frown
Seeing the world through a looking glass
Reversed the panes really fast
Yin or yang which am I today?
The cat has just entered the fray
The tunnel keeps on going
The light never showing
Round and round the circle now
The gentleman takes a bow
Heave ho and mistletoe
Whispered we must surely row
Prancing to the left or maybe right
Nothing ever quite in sight
And so my sanity breaks
I unlock the doors and free the gates
Shall the cheshire wink at me?
Or perhaps that hatter will set me free
Mad you say that I must be?
Have another cup of tea
And so the world has flipped around
What was lost is now found
Perhaps it was never lost at all
Just to the left and down the hall
The abyss in our souls winks
I wonder what it truly thinks..
Sever the fear and follow me
There's so many places we could be
Let's flip real
All because she wore jeans...Reprinted here on June 30, 2011 - originally appeared in my journal on May 30, 2009All because she wore jeans...4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
All because she wore jeans... a true story!
I was born in October of 1954, and born into the last generation of little girls who weren't allowed to wear pants to grade school. Oh, on cold winter mornings, we could wear our corduroy slacks to school... but, just as soon as we arrived in our classroom, all the young ladies had to go directly to the cloak closet (every classroom had one at the back of the room) and remove our corduroys, and either hang them up, by one of the belt loops, or fold them neatly, and place them on a shelf underneath the pegs that held our coats. Once we were without our corduroys, we could return to the classroom and take our seat at our desk.
At the tender age of about eight years old, I wondered long and hard, trying to figure out what was so very horrible about girls wearing pants... but, when I queried, I was told "it just isn't done"! or "Boys wear pants, girls wear
SWIPPS...My sweet hubby Bob's family has had a long standing tradition of allowing the member having a birthday, to select the menu for their birthday dinner. With this in mind, when our daughter Lindsay was just a few months from being 3 years old, I asked her what she thought that Daddy might like for his birthday dinner, the following evening.SWIPPS...4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Lindsay exuberantly replied "Swipps"!
I stared in over-worked mom confusion, and said "Baby, what are you talking about? What are swipps"?
"SWIPPS"! she replied. "Daddy likes them"!
I reluctantly replied "Golly, I wish I knew what you were talking about..."
Later that day, I needed to pick up a few things at the grocery store, and because Lindsay always went wherever we went... she was happily riding along in the buggy... making comments and asking questions from time to time... while I checked my list, and added more things to the cart.
Without warning, she happily screamed "SWIPPS" and pointed to th