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Judypatooote Jul 2014
A child is born
First words
Mama or Papa
A smile, A giggle
patty cake, patty cake
Crawling
the start of getting into everything.
then first steps
and into everything

A child grows into a TEEN
they think they know it all
can I borrow the car
do you know how to drive?
Of course....
Do you have insurance?
Don't you?
Can I borrow a few bucks?
Did you pick up your clothes?
Duh! yeah, (they were under the bed)
Along with a empty dish or two...

Then they grow into an adult.
find their mate
don't need the car
don't need the bucks (from you)
have children
and it starts all over...

WORRY...
But now, it's grandchildren...
and so worth the worry...

P>S>  My granddaughter Megan is having her second brain surgery. The good news is it's not cancer, but very dangerous. Her sister Ali passed away 9 years ago with cancer, she was 17. I think about the worry I talk about, but how does my daughter manage to survive.
I was just listening to a song, LIFE AIEN'T ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL, BUT IT'S A BEAUTIFUL LIFE...so faith and prayer are needed, and I would appreciate a prayer for Megan, for she is 28 and wants a BEAUTIFUL LIFE....THANKS, judy
Judypatooote Jul 2014
Today while walking my dog Buddy
Back by the little creek are Poplar trees...
This brought back memories
For as a child, and a little bit of a dreamer,
I would lay in bed and listen.
What a peaceful sound.
We were surrounded by Poplar trees
And with so many blowing in the wind
It sounded like rain,
A peaceful rain...
And in my dream
I would be running, and splashing
Hands in the air,
Letting those raindrops splash on my face
And in this dream
I knew only GOD could
Send me the beautiful Poplar tree
With such a peaceful sound...
I listened today and being older,
I just knew it was true..
It still sounds like rain
It is still peaceful
So...
To GOD I say
Thank you for the Memory
And
The Poplar Trees
This memory is from my days out to the cottage
Judypatooote Jun 2014
SIMPLE BEAUTY, EVEN AS A ****...
You look at a violet
in a field growing free
the color of purple
is a sight to see.
But that violet creeps closer
and jumps in your grass,
and you can't seem to **** them
they just last and last...

SIMPLE BEAUTY, EVEN AS A ****...
You look at Queen Annes lace
my favorite ****, for it's white and lacey
and reminds me of Edelweiss.
Mix it with a field of violets
and what a sight to be seen.
But as a ****, it just won't leave
they pop up everywhere,
just like the sweet violets...

SIMPLE BEAUTY, EVEN AS A ****...
You look at a field of dandelions
bright yellow everywhere.
It's really quite beautiful
as I sit and stare.
I think how can this beauty
be called a ****?
but when the fuzz flies
and up pops a single dandelion
I then know it's a ****.

~~~
by judy
I always called my weeds my wildflowers, for really that is what they are...
Judypatooote Jun 2014
When your an only child
and have a dog,
that dog becomes your best friend.
My dogs name was Trixie
a little fox terrier
who was as gentle
as a best friend could be.
We would sit underneath
the dining room table
while mom sewed, and
I would dress Trixie up
in baby clothes
and push her around
in my doll buggy.
As a best friend
Trixie just layed there
like she knew she should.
Why should she,
because I talked her into it.
Dogs understand things
more than we realize.
But....
One Christmas Eve
Trixie ate a whole bowl of
chocolate German *** Candy.
Imported from Germany
And....
She lived to wag her tail for us.
that candy had real *** in it.
She wagged her tail, and staggered
as she walked.
Trixie never chewed up things,
or bothered anything,
but...
it was Christmas Eve
and I think that the devil
told her to do it....
My best friend Trixie
lived for many, many years
and they say chocolate can
**** a dog, and certainly
*** didn't seem like it
was made for a dog.
But...
Having Trixie as my best friend
made my childhood days
really fun.
When your a child a dog is a best friend, and as a senior citizen they again become ones best friend...now my best friend is called Budy.
Judypatooote Jun 2014
Back in the 40's
We had an icebox at our cottage,
to keep our food cold.
It was an empty insulated box,
with shelves for the food,
and on the bottom sat the block of ice.
Once a week the iceman
would deliver a large block of ice.
I would always race on over our
little bridge to meet him.
It was like seeing the ice cream truck arrive.
The iceman would always ask me
if I wanted a chunk of ice...
I suppose it was standing there
in the heat with those
big puppy dog eyes that got him.
There was nothing that tasted as
good as a cold chunk of ice
on a hot summer day...
Unless...
it was a cold bottle
of chocolate cow pop...
Something as simple as a chunk of ice...was like the biggest treat ever.
Judypatooote Jun 2014
As I walk along the water front,
in my own little world...

I would sometimes count the footprints,
and then I'd turn with a quick swirl...

Picking up colored glass,
for mom to put in her plants...

and somtimes I'd find a perfect shell,
that wasn't covered with ants...

Dead fish, here and there,
they washed up on the shore...

You'd think you saw the last one,
and ooops there would be many more...

On my way back, in the field I would go,
to pick mom some flowers, for that's where they grow...

Summers at the cottege, when I was very young,
I had to use my imagination for making my fun...
As an only child, I would create castles in the sand, make mud pies with the clay, and that would help pass a very long day...as I would be in my own little world.
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