February 16.19

 

Life Lesson #Umpteen from The School of Emmy

 

To walk in someone else’s shoes

is often our intent

but when we say “me too”

“not you” is what we meant.

“Me too” implies I’ve worn your shoes

and walked a mile therein

but I never have and never will

I don’t live in your skin.

“Me too” springs all too easy

from lips of listener

who doesn’t want to listen

but be the raconteur.

Emmy begs to show us

sometimes we must admit

“me too” is incommodious:

the other’s shoes don’t fit.

 

 

Thanks to photographer Patrick Mesterharm

and, of course, to Emmy.

“Me too” has been on my mind and I’m grateful to Emmy for her insights.

More in another post.

 

 

 

New Year’s Eve 2018

 

Celebrating is an art

you can’t be ordinary

but must be part Crayola box

part fearless visionary.

The virtue of the party hat

is very widely known

and if your name is Emmy

there’ll be an ice cream cone.

Here’s celebrating you, dear reader,

and those you hold most dear!

May there be good aplenty

in your coming year!

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Happy New Year, dear reader!

The old year was tough on optimism, but you as readers and fellow bloggers

have made many a bright spot in it. Thanks!

 

I’m not sure who took this picture, but once again here is the irrepressible Emmy

celebrating everything.

 

 

Disconnections: December 2.18

 

UP is that place

to run

LEAVES are

for having fun

TREES are

for being goal

DOWN is that place

to roll

I used to be ten

I remember when

but I don’t think I’ll try it again.

 

 

Have you ever, dear reader, wanted to roll down a leafy hill long after you knew you’d be an idiot to try?

 

Thanks again to photographer S.W. Berg and Happy Birthday to D. J. Berg!

 

 

 

 

Disconnections: September 10.18

Emmy wanted you to see

what a little girl she used to be,

how she would get all ice-cream-coned

before her skills were practice-honed.

Now that she’s a big girl of three,

she cones a lot more tidily,

avows, it should be here appended,

the ice cream facial is recommended.

 

 

My thanks to the unknown photographer

and to the photogenic Emmy.

 

 

September 3.18

 

A kid with a cone

in raspberry shoes

teaches a lesson

we can all use:

know your priorities

focus, be serious

(a chinload of ice cream

is not deleterious);

practice makes perfect

as life goes along —

if you’re not getting sticky,

you’re doing something wrong.

 

I don’t know who took this picture, but I know that’s Emmy braving the hard work

of learning how to eat an ice cream cone. Sometimes work is indeed its own reward.

Happy Labor Day, dear reader!

 

 

Disconnections: July 28.18

It insists:

Stop.

Watch the air

spiked

plumed

spangled

raucous

with tumbling prism

merrily

redundant

bow and rise

and bow again

see-sawing fountainous

hypnotic swing

drink and bath.

Admit

your toes remember

it’s OK

  if you smile.

 

 

Disconnections: July 24.18

Some of us know it

from school days gone by

the rarified glow

of a holycard sky.

Angels and saints

no laggards allowed

canopied ever

by holycard cloud

its edges alive

with a peachy-gold hue

it had to be thus —

plain white wouldn’t do.

It all seemed marshmallowy

pretend, and ideal,

but I see it right now

undeniably real.

 

A word about holycards: they were tokens of acknowledgement given out in Catholic schools ever so long ago. They all depicted role models. Kind of like baseball cards but more flowy. And with lilies. In that time a coveted laurel.