PULLING WEEDS

Here I sit contemplating the things I have been through
A long list of ugliness mixed in with the good things, too
It reminds me of a flower garden with weeds mixed in
A lot like the beauty of life with an assorted mix of sin

The flowers are calling out to you
Their life depends on what you do
The weeds can drain them of their life
Growing around their roots causing great strife

Just like life if you do not rid yourself of the bad
It can drain you of all the good things you have ever had
So, take the time to check your weeds
Pulling them out to plant your new seeds

It may take hours, days or even years
Your garden is getting full so get into gear
It starts with just pulling one
You will be surprised when you are done

The flowers, just like life, will prosper
Thanking you for making things proper
You see, God knows the weeds your garden contains
He wants you to pull them and start to maintain

LOVE STRAYS

Something keeps following Misty and I
Our every move is being watched with questioning eyes
At first she kept her distance from us
As not to cause us any sort of fuss

As time went on the closer she got
It appeared it was friendship that she truly sought
Skinny and alone with no where else to go
A stray cat following me with Misty in tow

After a few months her courage began to show
As though she was saying you’re safe-that I know
It started with my petting and Misty’s sniffing
It led to courage and her heart listening

She knew we were safe and needed a home
She was tired of always being on the roam
Misty and she had become close friends
A cat and a dog with feelings of love to lend

She needed a name so we called her Sable
Not your typical cat with a fear of dogs label
She now resides in our home and is no longer a stray
She’s part of our extended family and is here to stay

AN AMISH WEDDING

It’s a life I have always wanted to live
The Amish culture has so much to give
Close family bonds and a fondness for the old ways
No modern conveniences are used and are kept at bay

Horse and buggy take you where you need to go
Even on the coldest days as it starts to snow
A warm blanket is spread across your lap
The women always wearing their white prayer caps

They have no use for television, computers or cell phones
Fun for them is a singing at a location well known
The boys are on one side; the girls on the other
As curious eyes are kept on one another

When the singing is over pairs start to form
Talking outside while trying to stay warm
If a boy likes you, you are offered a ride
Sitting in his buggy very close to his side

You are courting now; soon to go steady
Marriage is published just as soon as you are ready
Planting celery in the garden is the next thing you must do
It’s the indication of a wedding where lives will start anew

MY TIME

Is it too much to ask for to be left all alone
No human contact or the ringing of a telephone
Mornings are for me to be alone with my thoughts
Trying to untie my stomach with its nasty knots

I never feel like I get enough open space
When I wake up early and see someone’s face
Just knowing someone is in the house
Makes me tip toe around as quiet as a mouse

Someone always seems to require my attention
I get sick and tired of answering all the questions
When you see me, please step to one side
I am not in the mood to talk but rather hide

I relish being alone like a hermit in the woods
That is where I’d live if only I could
Big city life is definitely not for me
The older I become that’s easier to see

It’s very simple to just stay out of my way
When you see me, turn around, and walk the other way
My routine is the same and is clearly a known
Is it too much to ask for to be left all alone?

INVISIBLE

It’s difficult to be invisible to most
I have become quite adept living as a ghost
I never felt wanted as a child
There were feelings of pain that weren’t so mild

Being the middle child you get lost in the mix
Like an old watch that loses time with each one of its ticks
You pinch yourself just to make sure you are alive
It feels like the sting of a bee from a nearby hive

Yes, you are definitely alive and real
Why is it others cannot tell how you feel
Sitting all alone curled up in a ball
I just want to be recognized; that’s all

Throw me the ball just once I say
Don’t pick me last when it comes time to play
I am here in front of you waving my arms as much as I can
It’s no use, you still don’t see me the way I had planned

I’ve learned to deal with being hurt and left out
It comes from years of crying no doubt
If I could ask for just one thing as I pray
It’s for someone to finally listen-I have much to say