Author: maiamom

Today I’m walking on a path

that leads I know not where.

But,I am certain, on this path,

I’ll know when I am there.

February 2024 Meeting

We met in February on a balmy, sunny day.

The view was open to us.   We could see across the bay.

Our book was ‘bout First Ladies and a time in history

when segregation flourished, yet some friendships came to be.

We marveled, as we always do, about our times together,

and noted to our great delight that we have perfect weather!

We savored our delicious lunch…our hostess was Rene,

and then we headed out again to go our separate way.

My heart sends you this lullaby.

My heart sends you this song.

And may this heart-sent melody

be with you all night long.

I’m a trav’ling man.

I’ve travelled far.

I’ve gone long distances by car.

I’ve gone in heat and wind and rain.

In raging storms.  I don’t complain.

I know my car – know how it feels.

I read the pavement through my wheels.

I push ahead at any cost.

But when I stop….then I feel lost.

I’m a trav’ling man.

I just go on.

Pick up my keys.  And travel on.

Some folks have tulips…

pushing up shoots…

pulsing with growth…

developing roots.

But I have rabbits, and

so you see,

not much survives to

bloom for me.

My candle burns its flame for you.

Bold and steady.

Seeing you through.

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No one knows what the future holds,

or what’s around the bend.

No one sees what the path will be

or how one’s life will end.

The groundhog skipped his shadow

so we know spring’s on the way.

I’m ready for some signs of spring….

Hooray for Groundhog’s Day!

Each weekday morn

the buses come and

load the kids for school.

They study on their ABC’s.

They learn the Golden Rule.

Each afternoon

the buses come and

drive them home, and then.

next morning all the buses come

and do it all again.

The children head out in the dark

and climb up into the bus.

On yellow buses ‘cross the land…

the future of all of us.