A Car For All Season's

Limos have long been a status symbol, something that says you've finally made it. It also is used for many other things. Some get their first ride when going to the prom, often with other couples to share the cost. A limo is frequently the vehicle of choice for weddings and for most, a ride to their final resting place. They come in so many shapes and colors these days, from Humvee's to zebra stripes, some so long you could hold a party in them, complete with bar and music, although dancing would be a problem,lol. For your enjoyment, I present

A Day In The Life Of A Limo.

The sun comes up too soon for me.
I've barely been to bed.
I still have some of that awful music
Playing inside my head.
But my driver has a schedule
That he is obligated to keep.
Last night's driver's gone to bed,
He's earned his 8 hours sleep.

Still, there are some things that must be done.
Before we get on the road.
What was that he found under my seat?
A flash of sparkle and gold.
Oh no, the bride has dropped her ring,
She must be frantic, crying.
A run inside, a quick phone call
Turns her cries to sighing.

On the road we go, our first stop planned.
We're taking the members
Of a rock and roll band
To the stadium where they will stand
And play their music
For their screaming fans.

Then on to the next, a government call.
Four men in dark suits, laptops and all.
A secret meeting, very hush-hush.
They talked about things
That would make a radiator blush.

One more stop, it's the end of the day.
A very tired man, works hard for his pay.
We rolled to a stop, in front of his house.
Out of the door raced his kids and spouse.
They greet him with smiles and kisses sweet
The perfect end to make his day complete.

Back to the garage and a well earned rest.
Today I was really put to the test.
As my headlights dim and I fall asleep
I wish you all sweet dreams and peace.

In The Shadows

So many things exist in the shadows. Memories, people, enemies, friends, past lovers, childhoods, places. Shadows can also exist in the future, ideas not quite formed, a hint of things to come. I often find treasures in the shadows, things whose importance is obscured until brought into the light. I had surgery on my neck today, bringing up another kind of shadow, slipping in and out of consciousness, not knowing whether you really heard or saw what you think you did. For your enjoyment I present,

A Shadowy Touch

I put myself into the doctor's hands,
A surgeon trained and true.
He sent me into the shadow land,
A land of black and white hues.

A slip of the knife, a final caress,
And that's where I would stay.
That God would guide his hands,
Before he started, I prayed.

While I was in this limbo state,
An image came to me.
To bring me a wonderful sense of peace
And a sense of breathing free.

I woke up to a gentle touch,
A kiss, so soft and sweet.
But I couldn't see who was standing there
And I fell back to sleep.

When I was finally, truly awake,
I looked about to find
No one who matched the shadowy figure,
Whose touch stayed in my mind.

Must have been Jesus who let me know
That I was never alone.
And let me know when my time came,
He would see me safely home.

Kisses

There are many ways of expressing how you feel. Kisses are one of the best.

Kisses

That first kiss from your baby,
So soft and sweet.
Melts you from your head
Down to your feet.

A kiss from a mom
When a child falls down
Works better than medicine.
Makes a smile from a frown.

A kiss between children
Is a pleasure to see.
All in sweet innocence,
Between friends, a treat.

The first kiss between
A girl and her beau
Can be clumsy while finding
Just where that nose goes.

A kiss, an expression
Of love growing strong,
Can be a light, bright shinning
Even when things go wrong.

Can't begin to express all
That comes from a kiss.
From love to passion
To a peak, pure bliss.

Kisses are shared
Between lovers and friends,
Families and strangers
Hearts on the mend.

A small thing, a kiss
But it can define
What exists between
Your heart and mine.

Buttons

Buttons, Buttons
By Dreamhaven

They come in all colors,
All materials, too.
Plastic and stone
To name just two.
They are carved out of bone
Or a shell from the sea.
Jewels, brightly shining,
Even wood from a tree.

Not just on shirts
Blouses or dresses,
They also are used
On hats and in tresses.
A decoration or
The eyes on a toy.
Teddies, especially,
For both girls and boys.

This is really for Thursday
Though Friday is here.
I'm sorry my head's
Not especially clear.
It's the best I can do.
Sweet dreams, my dear.

In My Shoes

Think for a moment about shoes. There are work boots, dancing shoes, shoes for diving and just kicking around shoes. There are shoes for sports, shoes for running, boots for hiking. But my Favorite shoes are the ones I wear. For your enjoyment I present,

Nursing Shoes

My feet are tired, my back is sore.
Why do I keep coming back for more?
My hands get wrinkled from giving baths.
I've had it with needles, pins and clasps.

My patients don't want to do as they're told.
Before my time, I'm growing old.
So why do I come back, day after day,
To more of the same? Why do I stay?

Because I care about people

When they smile I forget my aching back,
The tears and trials, and looking back
I know it's all worth it and that's a fact.

This is their last stop, I'm their nurse and a friend.
To treat them like family from beginning to end.
To ease their going when their time is come.
To make their remaining time second to none.
I pledge with my heart and spirit free,
To be the very best I can be.
To be there for them day by day,
Is most of my joy and a large part of my pay

Faith of a Child

Faith. It's such a simple word. You can have faith in yourself, in a loved one , in a political leader.
Faith that the sun comes up each day, that the ocean will continue to send waves to the beach.
We have faith in medicine, in doctors, all things that have a concrete, visible form.
But what is faith in it's purest form?

The Faith of a Child

Anytime you want to see
The face of our Lord,
Look in the face of a child.
Anytime you want to see
The grace of our Lord,
Look in the face of a child.

The faith of a child, the faith of a child,
Jesus loves the faith of a child,
Willing to go with Him
Down that last mile.
Sweet simple faith of a child

A child doesn't question
The will of our Lord.
This is all He requires.
A child will depend on
The love of our Lord
To give him what he requires.

To walk on the waters of life
With our Lord,
You must trust like a child.
That the Lord will be there
When the skies turn black
Loving, simple faith of a child.

The faith of a child, the faith of a child,
Jesus loves the faith of a child,
Willing to go with Him
Down that last mile.
Sweet,simple faith of a child.

Hope In All Stages

No matter where I am in this great life, a little piece of each stage goes with me, scenes shifting without warning to both the good and bad. I call my life a soap opera but no one could write it on purpose. Through all the crazy twists and turns, I kept my faith that God has a use and a meaning for my life.

Each junction that I came upon, I had to make a choice.
I chose to be a nurse (although I really wanted to be a vet).
I chose to be a wife although I wanted to join the Air Force.
I wanted to be a mother, but stopped at three children (I think my sanity finally kicked in,lol)
Each of these stages both enriched my life and caused much pain.
The worse stage of my life involved getting a divorce after 28 years of marriage. The abuse of my children was the final straw in a marriage destroyed by drugs and selfish acts.

I never expected good to come from it, but I was able to finally find myself in all the things I accomplished since then. My self-esteem can still be easily bruised , but I've learned that I have value in both my eyes and those of the people who come to love and know me. I wrote this poem soon after my divorce.

Divorce

Daunting images haunt my brain,
Memories sweet or filled with pain.
Who can say what lies ahead,
Changes to love, changes to dread.

A lifetime of being alone
Waiting for the ring of a phone
To bring some meaning to my life,
Now that I'm not someone's wife.

Not for me, this waiting game.
It would quickly drive me insane.
There are places to go, people to meet,
Promises made, promises to keep.

To myself, these promises made,
That I would take and fill each day
With the special joy of living.
In each day, a new begining.

Yes It can be lonely until
That special someone comes to fill
The empty spaces in your soul.
The other half to make you whole.

But in the meantime, I declare,
The choice is mine to finally share.
It is my life, I'm growing stonger.
No one's puppet any longer.