Living the Aging Life

I’m sending blessings to the world. 

I’m sending them to you.

I pray today that you’ll be blessed

in all you say and do.

I pray today kind, gentle words

will pass your loving lips

and ev’ry thing your hands do touch

will bless your fingertips.

Sun beats on the graveyard.

Gentle breezes blow.

We pass by aging grave stones

as we look for ones we know.

Bird calls twitter through the air

to bright the soft spring day.

These people came before us.

Long ago and far away.

Bluebonnets spread across the fields…

far as the eye can see.

The paint brush flecks its orange specks

to add its company.

In Texas, ev’rything is BIG.

In Texas, BIG is BETTER.

In Texas, all is CAPITALS.

They have no lower-case letter.

Today I send forget-me-nots

and flitting butterflies.

I send you bright hued rainbows

and gentle sun-lit skies.

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

“I’ve flown ‘bout forty million miles.

No, Sir,  The records higher.

Yes, the flights stay mostly calm,

But, sure….things can turn dire.

We’re trained in safety.

Don’t you worry.

You’ll be fine.

No fret. No flurry.

I push carts up and down the aisle.

I’m always friendly.  Show a smile.

I’ll pass you food and drink and then

I’ll pick your garbage up again.

I’ve served to folks both kind and testy.

Served to folks both nice and pesky.

I always offer folks a smile

and keep things friendly down the aisle.

I can’t remember where I’ve been

But, yes, I’d do it all again

Ev’ry job has little quirks,

but this one has some awesome perks.

When you get off the plane today

you’ll hear the words I always say.

No matter what you say or do

‘It’s been a pleasure serving you.’ ”

Mount Rainier’s spectacular

as the plane lifts to the skies.

You know she always stands there,

but she’s still a glad surprise!

May this blessing touch your day.

May its warmth enfold you.

May the peace this blessing brings

comfort you.  And hold  you.

I offer my little book to the world.

It’s a book of gentle thoughts.

It’s a book of dreams and butterflies

and blue forget-me-nots.

It’s a book of a softer life ahead.

It’s a book about gentler days.

It’s a book of a kinder road ahead

and simpler, smoother ways.

The Uvalde children haunt me.

Tangled up in memory.

Tangled up in pain and sorrow.

Tangled up.

Never free.