Mom

She gave birth to me.
Cleaned my scraped knees.
Wiped my little boy tears.
Taught me that cooking, laundry
and sewing were as important to independence
as any of the tools my father handed me.
Took me to football practice
and bass guitar lessons.
Schlepped my band to gigs.
Supported me in all my dreams.
She gave of her heart.
The heart that fails her now.
Our time is precious and it is coming to an end.

I love you, Mom.

Practice what you preach - 160

He looked at signs about earth friendly products
as the last sweet bite of Chantilly cake
passed his lips.
Why had Whole Foods
served it in a plastic container?
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On again off again 55

The lights flashed on and off.
Oddly at first,
then in an almost timed pattern.

On.

Off.

On.

Off.

It was mesmerizing to him.
Sending him into a trance like state.
Hypnotized to the point
of near hallucination,
he was finally brought back
when he heard her speak:

“Stop that blinking. You're making me crazy.”

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Follow your Heart

Staring at the bottom of his coffee cup he thought to himself, "I'd better get busy". But doing what? He made a list - Organize the garage; Put up the fountain; Spot clean the carpet; Tighten every knob on every drawer in the house; Keep the kitchen clean; Trim the hedges; Clean the barbecue; Start networking; Dust; Clean the bathrooms; Get the spa working - had another sip of coffee and recalled the conversation he had the previous night.

She held his face tenderly in her hands and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You need to decide what you want to be when you grow up," she said. "Look into your heart and figure out what makes you happy and pursue it. I will support your decision no matter what. You don't have to rush out and take the first crappy job that comes along. You've done that and been miserable. I don't want you to be miserable anymore. I love you."

He looked back at his list. Crumpled the paper into a ball and started a new list.

. Love your wife with all your heart and soul
. Give of yourself to your children
. Spend time with your aging and ailing mother
. Walk that big headed stupid dog we love so much
. Make your work light - but do it
. Listen to your heart not your head
. Place the ghosts of the past behind you

"That's a good start," he said out loud to the dog snoring at his feet. "Time to go for a walk, clear the head and figure out what we want to do when we grow up. I wonder if it's too late to become an oceanographer?"

Leash in hand. Door open. The world beckoned.

Signs of Spring in 160

Winter's cold
was yielding
to the warming sun,
as Mother Earth
tilted on her axis.
Bare branches blurred
in soft green and pink edges.
Teasing Spring’s arrival.
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Last Rites 55

As they pulled the plug
I felt a sense of relief.
Breathing stopped being mechanical
and the universe expanded before me.
This world had run its course.
It was time to take the next big step
into unknown territory.
Fear.
Excitement.
Anxiety.
Loss.
Freedom.
One certainty –

I would never go to that horrible job again.
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Last Tuesday I gave last rites to my job of six and a half years. It started as a sales job with a small locally owned company and turned into a political nightmare after we were purchased by a multi-billion dollar conglomerate that wanted a melting pot of PC purity so anyone with an opinion, personality or sense of humor was quickly squashed, fired or left. I was fired. Now I am free to pursue my number one goal - Happiness.
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The Man in the Moon

Like a Cheshire cat it smiles down upon the world.

What does it know?

Is it laughing at our plight?

Or pleased?

We stand watching with our primitive minds.

Not knowing.

Ever in wonderment.

Feeling small at the scope and depth of the universe.

The Cheshire grin will grow to full wide eyes as the days progress.

Just a rock?

Or the glue that holds us to our muddy ball

and tugs our emotions as the view of white expands.

Valentine 160

She carefully removed

the wrapping and

opened the box inside

to reveal its contents.

“It's empty”, she said.

“No it's not”, he replied.

“I filled it with love.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

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Garbage 55

Garbage day.

He was excited,

having anticipated this day

all week.

All that work

to clean things up.

Bulging black trash bags

overflowing the green plastic bin.

Would they notice

it was much heavier than normal?

After the mechanical arm

raised the can and

dumped its contents,

he sat back and

enjoyed the silence.

Alone.

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Black Sunday 160

Black clouds pushed the horizon
into a vortex
of color sucking blindness.
Joy became sadness.
Beauty shriveled
to hideousness.
Love fell deep into indifference.
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