Monday, September 26, 2011

Keeping Time

Keeping Time

The scene is Grandpa and grown-up grandchild sitting on Grandpa's porch. They're playing a sing-song rhyming game they've played for more than twenty-five years. One starts, sings the stanza, and the other has to rhyme it.

Until Grandma comes out and breaks it up.

Grandpa and me
Playing a game

Keeping time, just keepin time

Don't much matter
It's all the same

Keeping time, just keepin time

You sing to me
Just one more line

Keeping time, just keepin time

The perfect rhyme’s
four beats in time

Keeping time, just keepin time

Played with singing
my life-long now

Keeping time, just keepin time

Your all grow’t up
so take a bow

Keeping time, just keepin time

Valley is low
Mountain is high

Keeping time, just keepin time

The tea is sweet
So is the pie

Keeping time, just keepin time

Grandmas calling
Gotta go soon

Keeping time, just keepin time

Grandpa chuckles
sings one more tune

Keeping time, just keepin time

We gotta stop
or hell’s to pay

Keeping time, just keepin time

Ain’t no worry
she’ll want to stay

Keeping time, just keepin time

You two stop now
and git in here

Keeping time, just keepin time

Dinners ready
and so’s the beer

Keeping time, just keepin time

Gramps stands and says,
"We better git . . .

Keeping time, just keepin time

Or we won’t hear
the end of it!"

Keeping time, just makin’ rhyme

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


This I had to share!

Facebook Scam
by Kim Carlton Grams
I do not like this Sam I Am. I do not like this Facebook scam.
I do not like the new news feed. I do not like it, no indeed.
I do not like your top news trends, instead of recent news from friends.
It was just fine, but now it's weird, so let me make myself quite clear.
I don't like this new page attack. So Facebook admin CHANGE IT BACK!

 Copyright 2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011


How do you tell someone that they have hurt you deeply when thay have done nothing that they would not normally do?

How can you be hurt by someone when you knew what they were going to do?

Monday, September 12, 2011

A Child

“I'm scared,” his voice whispered.
“There's no need to be.”

“Will I know when?” he choked.
“We'll just wait and see.”

“It seems very dark here.”
“I know, take my hand.”

“Will you stay here with me?”
“Son, right to the end.”

Monitors sounds turned off,
the room was silent.

Our son, through sickness,
had been compliant.

Through all of the testing,
we’d fought for two years.

Now, his mom stood by him,
just fighting her tears.

Her voice having fled her,
not backing away,

from our son’s final breath,
but nothing to say.

His little hand convulsed,
as he gasped for air.

A tear rolled from his eye
and into his hair.

“It seems to be darker.”
“I'm sorry, my dear.”

“The pain doesn't hurt now.”
“That’s so good to hear!”

“I see a little light,
I think I should go.

But I'm so scared daddy,
I want you to know.

I love you and Mom both,
with all of my heart.”

“We love you too, baby.
We can’t change that part.”

His little hand went limp,
with a final sigh.

His labored breathing stopped.
I said my goodbye.

She fell upon his bed,
crying in her grief.

She held his still body.
But found no relief.

My wife cried out her pain,
“Our son is dead!”

I sat down, held them both
Words could not be said

His life was why we lived.
His joy knew no end.

His laughter known by all,
he sang songs with friends.

I pulled her off his bed.
She fought to hold on.

“Please, darling, let him go.
His last breath has drawn.”

“We’re supposed to go first!”
She screamed through her tears.

“He should have lived longer!
He had only eight years!”

One more child taken,
one more child gone.

His life did enrich us.
We’ll still hear his song.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

some things

There are some things in life bigger than money...bills for instance.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

I'm back!

OK, so after I passed out for four days from a COLD(!), I woke up one day before my son's wedding. My muscles had atrophied, I swear. Guests were then arriving to stay overnight. Then, there was the subsequent three day party, and the hangover from that. But (I think) I'm back.

To all of you in Texas, my condolences. Here's hoping the rains come soon and soak you to the bone, without flooding you!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

911 Memories

A local newspaper has requested your memories of the day (September 11) in 200 WORDS OR LESS! This is my submission.


It wasn’t my usual morning. I had to be in a dentist’s chair at nine instead of the office at eight.

When I arrived for my appointment, people were huddled by a radio. I couldn’t make out what the announcer said, but from the shocked faces, the news seemed dire.

The hygienist performed the fastest cleaning I’d ever experienced. During which, people came and gave her updates on the news. I then found out a plane crashed into one of the twin towers in New York. My mouth already agape, I gasped, and choked.

I stopped at my house for my portable TV (the year being prior to regular newsfeed on the web) and went to the office. I found out some of my co-workers had not heard, so I tuned to a local channel to watch the news with them.

A little after ten, my manager found a few folks standing around my desk watching TV, all with pale, shocked faces.

He asked what was going on. I told him two passenger jets had crashed into the Twin Towers in New York City and one collapsed. His response?

“I hope they have good insurance. Get to work.”