Rye Bread And Cream Cheese (My Dad’s Gift) By @Aerobabe619

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My dad  had a way of giving advice or giving out punishment in a very tricky way.He wouldn’t scream,yell or even raise his voice.Sometimes it would have been easier ,to hear him bellow that I messed up.  Than to hear “CheriAnn can you see me in the kitchen”.I would creep down the steps and turn the corner,I would see it.A loaf of uncut rye bread and a slab of cream cheese. I was either in trouble,or he saw trouble coming and had advice.

Now if the rye bread was already cut,I would take a deep breath and sigh,I wasn’t in trouble. If it had to be cut and he had the saw-toothed knife,and started cutting bread,I did something that was not good,usually really not good.However I was always grateful whatever the situation was,that my dad was home to handle it.My mothers way,well.i hate the idiot that invented belts. So my dad would always start with, a question and we would go from there. Usually a half of loaf later I usually was crying even if it was good advice. He tried,he tried in his way to keep me off the wrong roads.

The other day I was at the super market and saw in the bakery rye bread,I picked up the already cut loaf,a brick of light cream cheese. And went home, it was late and my daughter was up. I asked her what was wrong,she didn’t answer just kept texting. I called her to the kitchen, “how about some rye bread and cream cheese”.

 

To my dad  how I miss you ….5/11/06

Trust, I Build Walls Better Than A Brick Layer. By Aerobabe619

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I build walls,I trust few. I’m always looking for the shoe to fall. for someone to have a problem and then there is an uncomfortable way between us. It never fails I asked my therapist with this last bullshit and I was stunned it was not me. It was or is them. I will never second guess myself again ever.

so now I move on with my head held high and the knowledge that some people just are not happy unless they are busy putting their two cents in, so to those that feel I’m a crappy sister or a friend that is to emotional, or a person that likes to let people know what they mean to them. Well then if you can’t be an adult and understand there is a lot you do I don’t like either but I have the respect to keep quiet. I was told not to befriends with this one person who is a great person. just to find out they Are pals now At 50 high school is way the hell over.

Thank you for my girls , my friends that care about me deeply, my Layla, my son in-laws, my significant other ( looks weird writing boyfriend at 50) my fur babies and all those I love and care about. It going to be scary this next year but I’m up to it because I have you all.

Giggles,Tiny Hands And Music, By Aerobabe619

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She hears the music coming on.
“Mimi play” she toddies along.
I can’t get the song in fast enough.
This is her rock her music her loving stuff.

When she was born illness was in charge.
I felt like this tiny baby was fighting an illness twice as large.
Hooked to tubes ans needles prick,”God why did you make my grand baby sick”?

Oh I was angry, furious ,words I cannot write.
He and I had a screaming fight,,all one-sided .
But I didn’t care I knew he heard me,I knew he was there.

look I said “I have done a lot of things and you made sure I got mine with every swing”
I would watch people I knew do worse , yet it seemed they never pay.
But I guess that’s for you to do on judgement day
I started playing music to soothe baby beans.
And she responded with such energy it was a Mimi’s dream.

Today she has music instruments of every kind.
A signed harmonica by Mr. Tyler that is mine.
Someday will be left to her beautiful hands.
Maybe someday she will start a band.

I know our Lord has forgiven me.
For freaking out and letting me be.
I know he hears me and won’t let me down.

Music is always playing somewhere around.
I know she will be a strong girl.
With music very much in her world.
Fleetwood Mac, Many bands along with
God she has music in her hands .

Thank you GOd for this baby girl.
The music and people that make it
And fill this world!!!

Love In A Sewing Kit Poem. By @Aerobabe619

lay and mimi turkey

Silver threads,in a needle’s eye.
Gently, passing hours by.
Patches,Gold.Green and Red.
A tiny quilt for her bed.

Pearl buttons,antique aged.
Gently,placing them in rows.
The cotton is getting thin.
But she is still a toddler as age goes.

Patches on the knees.
She rides her horses like she’s thirty-three.
The soles of the boots been done a dozen times.
But she has to remind herself they were once mine.
A teen, a beauty.Sharp as a tack.
Don’t try to get one over,behind this woman’s back.

As she” lays the white wedding dress.
Neatly on the bed,a wreath of field flowers circle her head.
Her horse,Horatio is Best “Man”.
The time is coming soon.
The only wedding on each table there is a spittoon.

The announcer,introduces them husband and wife.
A hundred acres, a hundred animals .
But most important,they love each other and they love life.

When there is a blowout,Pick up needle and thread.
Never go angry especially to bed.

The Twelve Days Of Blogging (poem,parody) By @Aerobabe619

On the first day of blogging my mind brought to me. A blank page to fill with stories.
( Now,we all think we are the next New York Times best seller just waiting to be discovered.)
On the second day of blogging my mind brought to me. Trying to learn how to work the blogger’s world I just joined. And a blank page to fill with stories.
(NOBODY TELLS YOU!! You also have to be a computer wiz,and understand terms,and have a computer that can almost fly.)
On the third day of blogging my mind brought to me,the realization that staying in your pajamas while writing all day is a bad thing,that last piece of pie,and glass of wine starts to lead to bloggers behind.Trying to understand the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the fourth day of blogging my mind brought to me.An email from triberr that I’m not doing shares. I cried like a baby,because Amber cared.I had taken over an old blog,never was told. Now I corrected that situation and have friends that are gold. I started my blog almost a year.And pushing past the fear. Don’t wear your Pj’s unless you want bloggers behind, trying to learn the lingo.And a blank page to fill with stories.

ON THE 5TH DAY OF BLOGGING MY MIND BROUGHT TO ME. An ACTUAL WORTH WHILE STORY,IT GOT THE BIGGEST STATS OF THIS YEARS SO FAR,I CELEBRATED WITH A JACK AND COKE FROM MY LITTLE BAR!!

4DAYS OF SHARING,3 DAYS LEARNING NO WEARING PJ’S. 2 DAYS LEARNING THE LINGO AND A BLANK PAGE TO FILL WITH STORIES.

On the 6th day of blogging,My mind brought to me.I saw I was making friends, ONE GREAT STORY,don’t wear pj’s.learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories. ( Don’t despair this will end soon ).

On the seventh day of blogging almost two years,My mind brought to me. I’m learning to leave comments,reblog,and so on.So i might have a chance! Making new friends, ONE GREAT STORY, don’t wear Pj’s.Learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the Eighth day of blogging,my mind brought to me.Prayers for a new computer,mine over heats,missing keys,won’t close all the way.But duck tape saves the day. Learning to leave comments,making new friends ONE GREAT STORY, Don’t wear Pj’s. Learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the 9th day of blogging my mind came to me.I better put up the Christmas tree,so went shopping,took two days off,stats dropped off the page. Wanted to chop my head off.
Computer over heating,leaving comments,making new friends, ONE GREAT STORY. don’t wear pj’s. learning the lingo , and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the 10th day of blogging my mind brought to me.. MY BAR IS GETTING,LOW,TYPING IS GETTING SLOW. went Christmas shopping,stats fell off the page. Computer over heating,leaving comments,making new friends..( this will soon end). ONE GREAT STORY!!!! Don’t wear Pj’s,learning the lingo and a blank page to fill with stories.

On the eleventh day of blogging my mind brought to me. WHAT A TERRIFIC YEAR THIS IS GONNA BE.

AND ON THE 12TH DAY OF BLOGGING MY MIND BROUGHT TO ME, MY GRATITUDE TO ALL OF YOU,TWITTER,TRIBERR.WORDPRESS ,FAMILY AND FRIENDS. YOU ALL HAVE GAVE ME HOPE WENT I WANTED TO END. I WISH YOU ALL HAVE SUCCESS,AND YOU ALL THE VERY BEST.

AND FILL A PAGE WITH A STORY…HUGS AND LOVE, CHERI

Who Is This Party Guest? By @ Aerobabe619

holy spirit

Hey I really like your sandals.
I think i have a pair.
I just get this feeling I’ve seen you everywhere.

Do you play football?are you on the track?.
Are you with the cheerleaders tumbling real smart?.
Are you in history,match,cooking,art?
Oh,wait your on my team at the bar playing darts.

This is getting different.
Starting to feel odd.I can see my marriages.
My babies now growing up.
Your in every memory,even when times are tough.

Now i know why this is so odd,but it
shouldn’t be.
You have known all of of us.
An eternity. Never should it be so very odd.
Hello, my friend,my father. Hello the Son Of GOD..

Authors,Bloggers,Poets. (poem) By @ Aerobabe619

We sit in chairs
Or in a bed.
Some dressed,or curlers on our head.
Others coffee, Tea,Soda
Maybe water or some Rum.
The object is to get at least
A paragraph or two hopefully done.

We all have the same objective
To get our words in print.
Characters,poems,stories
Built up in our minds.
The only thing is the pain
In our backs and behinds.

We can be competitive
And that’s a good thing.
Could you imagine the alternative.
Stories maybe coming out,every other spring.

Friendships have been built.
and having each others back.
When one of us has a bad experience,
Their well being comes first.
And that is our common pact.

So even though with each stroke
Of the written word.
In the end,our compassion shows.
And that’s what should be heard.

I’m good at poems.
Your great at books.
Some at education.
WE write with hope
Our written word.
Will cross all nations.

GOD BLESS.