Inky winkie blinkie boo

All day long I think of you.

I can’t stand to stay at work

When I could enjoy that beautiful smirk.

You are my kid

And I love no one more -

From the depths of the ocean,

To the sands of the shore.

I dream of the games

I know we will play –

We’ll dress up real pretty

And dance in the rain.

My dear darling Abby

I’m so in love with you.

I just hope I can show you

All the love you are due.

Love,

Mommie

Why are some babies allowed to live
And some are told never to be born?
Some women would give their lives
To have a child of their own
While others out there grasp on tightly
For the sake of themselves alone.

“No more freedom, no more fun,
And what of my life?   What trouble would come?”
These are the words that some women speak – 
Perhaps out of fear of a future so bleak?

I just cannot fathom this way that they think.
It saddens my heart which is beginning to sink.

The life of a child is one full of wonder
Their thoughts and ideals are countless in number!

Praise God alone for the ones who were allowed to live.
They have proven in their time, they have so much to give.

From Abraham Lincoln to the great Billy Graham – 
They have stood for what’s right, holding truth in their hands.
They stood out – they stood strong, no matter the price.
How dare you tell me those were just dispensable lives?!

If God knew me before I was in my mom’s womb,
Then He knew me to be a child.
Do not call it a fetus, do not call it a cell – 
It is a gift from God inside of you, an ever springing well.

That child may be the one that saves you on the darkest of all days.
The one who makes you laugh when you’re stuck inside that maze.

The maze’s of this life can bring you so great a sadness,
Oh but what a day it will be when that child is so full of gladness!

They will make you laugh, they will make you cry,
Yes, this is a true story – 
But more than all of it, they will bring your joy,
So to God be ALL the glory!

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02/11/09 –  I wrote this because I was feeling this….

I, in no way claim for this to necessarily be attractive or interesting

to anyone else, but I did want to share it.  

 It’s a passion of mine.

Where is my husband? Where did he go?

I am dressed up quite nicely, now ready for the show.

Someone please tell me where my Rudy has been.

It feels like forever since I’ve seen that cute grin.

His love for me, he made ever so known.

Those whispers and love notes were the best love he’d shown.

I’ll never forget how he kissed my cheek-

one brush of his hand, ever so sweet.

I don’t want to be here without my dear man.

I want to be in heaven to hold his strong hand.

Do not call me depressed. Do not say I am weak.

He was the love of my life – please just leave me be.

My Rudy was forever mine and forever his I’ll be.

So I’ll dream of the day that I’ll meet him again and

together forever we’ll be.

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This was written for my Mimi – as I tried to see through her eyes

on her thoughts of her husband, Pop who passed away years ago….

02/03/09

                Well, today at lunch I was coming back from a picnic around the lakes by the governor’s mansion with my mom and sister and all the sudden, we hear this deep whirling sound….  Real deep and “bass” like.  “It’s a bird!  It’s a plane!  NO!  It’s Governor Jindal’s State Police Escorted helicopter!”  Ok, ok, I know it’s not that big a deal, but I am always so amazed at anything that flies.

                So Mom and I yelled bye to Jennifer and zoomed back around the lake so we could get a closer peak at the governor coming or going…. Didn’t know which really.  I dropped Mom at the corner and sat there for a few minutes waiting to see if the governor might have had his wife and kids with him or if he looked like he was rushing off to an important meeting, or some secret presidential preparedness meeting (she says as she’s crossing her fingers) but no, nothing.  So, I had a few minutes on lunch left, and decided I’d head for a walk.

Down the sidewalk and across the street from the mansion they have this…..

                 HIGH BAR!!!!!  But for ADULTS!!!  I’ve seen this before but have never actually considered going to play on it!  This was my chance, this was my time to have fun!  I have learned about myself that I am a tourist in my own city.  I love seeing new things and being a kid.  Call me immature or uneducated, but hey, what’s the point in living if you don’t ever really live?!!?  Really?  What would have really stopped you from climbing up onto that high bar to play?  Well besides the fact that some of us just laugh at the idea that our big and old bodies could hardly climb on anything that high.  If your body could do it, what would be the next thing stopping you?  What other people would think about you right?  Who cares!  So I went for it.  Those people driving by in the car have no idea what they’re missing out on.  I got to act like a little kid again and it was fun.

                So after ten minutes passed and I remembered that you can only have so much fun on a playground when you’re by yourself, I headed back to the office.  Well sure enough, right when I got back into my car, I saw him!  Governor Jindal was actually on his way out to the helicopter.  And he carried his own bags, which lets me know he’s staying a humble man.  Good job Bobby!  So this was my last fun image for my lunch break…. The governor going bye bye…. Hopefully off to plan out his strategy for becoming the next United States President! 

COOKIES

It’s funny the way a cookie cooks.

There are hundreds of recipes

In hundreds of books.

An oatmeal, a raisin

And a chocolate chip –

Tastes great with some milk

And with only one dip!

I had just cooked a batch of cookies – gave into my guilty pleasure

of a warm chocolate chip cookie with an ice cold glass of milk!