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Fairytale Fishin'

Let’s go to the pond. 
Fairytale fishing is best-
when Gramps comes along. 

No buckets, no boats,
And no carrying large totes. 
Just Grandpa and me. 

A pole in each hand
Crickets wait by the pond bank 
Gramps catches our bait. 

A nibble, a tug-
A fisherman feels the line-
Waits to jerk the hook. 

A flip-flopping, splash 
Reeling in a big fat bass. 
Little ones go free. 
My Grand 

is an alien,
not the kind from outer space
but another place. 

Tock-Tick, tock-tick, tock
Grand's house mingles with the past
Time ripples backward

What, no game controls!
Grand's and electronic foe
But, I'm never bored. 

Grand swishes me off 
to hunt for hidden treasures 
with only one clue.			

Treasures lie within. 
Only the bravest of braves 
dare enter-'Boardroom'

She's a game wizard
I'm the assigned scorekeeper
We battle with cards. 

Grand's the marble champ
Her marbles have names-Galaxy
Star Dust, Jupiter.

The universe rules.
She's the brightest star around
I believe it's true. 

We follow all rules
though we rearrange a few
Mom is cool with that. 

I pick the veggies.
Cheesy cheese and pizza sauce
topping my deep crust.

Peel, double whop-POP!
Biscuits laid out, cut in half.
Fried, light, and golden.

Crispy and warm, Yum!
Sprinkle on sugar dust for
a delicious treat. 

Sometimes, I forget
Hold your tongue, hang your towel
after the shower. 

Growing up is hard. 
Every day learning is new.
But I'm not alone. 

Grand's shoulder is there.
Reminding me of blessings
in following rules. 

Mom's dismayed to see
fingerprint flowers displayed
on the windowpanes.

Leave them there, my dear.
They remind me Hope was here.
Then Grand winks at me.

We made those flowers 
with air breaths and fingerprints
intentionally.

We watch old movies
reels, tapes or DVDs.
How can that be me?

But it was Momma
giggling with Granny Sue
swinging from my tree.

Tock tick, tick tock tick
The clock chimes it's time to go
Love you, see you soon.

Mom, I hear you say
that Grand is an alien
Is that really true?

Just bits of silliness, dear.
Grand said the same thing
about Granny Sue.
We were best buddies.
She loved me like Grand loves you.
Granny was special. 

Yesteryears refer
to another time and place.
Now, I understand.

Grandbabies creates 
rite of passage for all
parents to become 

GRAND>

A Wedding Blessing for my son and new daughter by RL Brown

Daniel and Serah’s

Wedding Blessing

Today, we witness

two different people,

two different families,

two different cultures,

two different languages,

two different countries.

Two different worlds meet.

In this paradox stands Daniel and Serah.

Daniel mirrors the strength of an Oak Tree.

Serah embodies the beauty of the Cherry Blossom.

Both are unique individuals and grounded in Jesus.

These two different worlds unite with Daniel and Serah.

A verse in Colossians speaks of being rooted in faith, growing in

knowledge and overflowing with gratitude- one faith, one hope, one Lord.

The cord of faith in Jesus binds you together and dreams for your future begins

this day with God’s guiding hand of love. Your faith in Jesus, the fullness of hope,

and love for each other tie you two as one. The truth is you become one as you blend

your lives to complement each other. We pray God’s blessing for your health,

wealth, and happiness, and for wisdom as you begin your journey together.

Love Mama and Papa

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Photo by RL Brown, Moss Mtn, AR

It was Christmas…

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It was Christmas four years ago, and my mom comes to live with me as she prepares for assisted living. She leaves her home of forty years, not wanting to be here. Soon, I realize she is not ready for assisted living. I spend the night Christmas Eve with her at the assisted living home. She has sundowners; the room is blazing hot, unfamiliar. We sleep; finally, I think. She’s up, and I’m startled; she falls. Nothing is broken, but she hurts. Off to the hospital, she is in pain, her COPD kicks in, her rheumatic heart flutters, but she is stable. We have a wonderful Christmas dinner the next day. It was baked chicken, warm roll, creamed potatoes. It was her last meal, and we had it together. Three weeks later she dies with me there. She was ready.

It was Christmas three years ago; my husband and I enjoyed a Christmas with each other. My son moved to South Korea to teach English and my daughter, grandson and her new husband move to Denver.

It was Christmas a year ago, my husband broke both legs in October, and his mother is in the nursing home, dying. I spend my days taking care of him. When he is settled, I relieve his sister. I arrive around seven. It is quiet in the nursing home as nurses check on patience and give the last round of medicine. I help the nurse turn Nana. Nana had a mini stroke a few days before Christmas. When it was still for the evening, I’d sing old church hymns. She is not improving. She dies with me there.

It is Christmas this year. Our pastor’s wife died with Covid related issues. Their daughter is still in the ICU. She is finally improving. My best friend’s father died two days ago. His graveside services are Sunday. I have lost family and friends this year over political issues. Because I stand against abortion, alternative lifestyles, two genders only, and I am judge or seen as unfit. God’s word is true for everyone. Jesus is the plumb line. “Behold I am about to put a plumb line in the midst of My people…” Amos 7:8 God may be pruning the branches and removing the dead and chaff from my life. Sadness is a part of loss but hope always springs eternal.

The New Year will start. My son and his new wife will visit us from South Korea. Their reception is in February. Hope, faith, and love will remain in every season, as will our memories. New beginnings intertwine in our life as some leave us, and others join in.