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December 12, 2015 · 1:45 pm

Ode to a Good Friend

I saved you. You came to me full of parvo and covered in lice. I knew from the moment I saw you, that you were supposed to be mine. For the next 12 years, you returned the favor. I had you longer than I should have and yet….it was not enough. Please know that I am so thankful for you and for all that you brought into my life. Your great service did not go unnoticed.

You saved me at least 4368 times from an attack by the mailman, UPS man, or fed ex man

You cleaned my floors after every meal
You were so patient and kind with every tiny hand that grabbed your fur
You swam with me, loved the water, you would jump from the boat to swim, and on more than one occasion, jumped into my bath

We always thought maybe you had an identity crisis and were really a cat. When you brought me the bird, that cinched it.
You once caught someone breaking into my car and saved us, and the neighbors from future terror.

You knew I was pregnant before I ever did.
You laid by my bed for 12 years. Sometimes in it, but always by me.
You watched over me when I was sick, or sad
You lived with me in a car for 3 full days when trying to figure out my better life
You loved this lady for more than 50 years. Happy golden anniversary to you. She will miss you so much.

And this new friend, that you play so well with. I think he truly added life to your years.

You watched over my babies. You loved them and made them laugh. You taught them new things and how to live.

You have been my longest companion to date.
You have been in my life and a big part of it every day for 12 full years. And they were very full.
The first time I met my future in-laws you gave them a present too, when you took a pair of my underwear out to and left it in the middle of the living room floor. I’d love to say I don’t think they saw it, however, it was kindly covered by a magazine until I could find it on my own later.
It was you who encouraged our purchase of leather furniture…you loved playing in the snow, and mud.
You loved to play fetch but had a hard time dropping the ball.
You loved to play tug and in your early years with your long hair, this often worked to my advantage as we swept the floor.
You made sure I never missed the someone at the door, your bark was louder than the bell.
You camped with me and loved the outdoors. You always seemed to find the only patch of burrs in the entire radius of our adventures.

You had the best smile (or scariest not sure which, but I loved it)
You once got your tooth caught on Stella’s collar…that was interesting.

You once alerted us that baby Grace had diarrhea. You would eat the grossest things.
You saved us from unruly throw pillows. Each and every one met their end, usually when I wasn’t home, and you always left the gift of filling all over the living room floor.
You were the worst bone hider ever. You would pace and stress and it was always still visible.

You were the slowest dog I have ever seen to take a treat. “Just take it….!!!”
You could befriend anything and always wanted to.

You slept on your back. All the time.

You were my kids best buddy. You played with them and put up with whatever they wanted you to do.

You would stand perfectly when getting your hair cut, but you always hated it when you would get home, you seemed to feel ashamed like you were running around naked.
You were my friend. My buddy. I will really miss you pal.

End of Watch….December 12, 2015

Grandma’s Hands

My grandma asked me to write this poem for her. I am sure going to miss her!

Grandma’s Hands

They were hands of aged beauty, tucked neatly in her lap

Upon the place the tiny ones, had rocked and slept and sat

The stories told were hidden deep within each tiny crease

But if you closed your eyes and listened each held a special piece

The day those hands graced the world, a momma’s heart so proud

They filled the tiny mouth to sleep and pushed away the sound

They grew and changed, these helpful hands, learning as they’d go

To bake and clean and sew and feed new things they didn’t know

These hands full size could work as hard as any man she knew

For a woman’s hands must be tough for all that they go through

A daily job is never done to keep the house a home

From dawn ‘til dusk they move along, a rest they’ve never known

But more than that these hands they hold the stories that are life

My favorite is the golden band when she became a wife

These hands of love had won the heart and ever held it near

They love and cherish and help hold up the one that is so dear

These hands could make the man she loved feel safe and always home

Because where the hands reside is the woman, he’s never alone

The love they share are in each line new memories that they make

Knowing that with each new line their world will grow and shape

Then babies come and in these hands they’re rocked and loved and kissed

Each tear that fell these hands would catch, never to be missed

They’d wrap the tiny babes and even when they’re grown

To love and hold, and fix it all, the way only they have known

One tiny little crease to each baby has it’s own

They grow and change and twist and turn the story lines are shown

These hands are more than hands you see, they are a life-longs tale

Grandma’s hands give new life, sustain and keep all well

The beauty is in the stories the hearts they helped to mend

Each time they touched they shared their love, to heal, to help, to tend

Grandma’s hands are magic, full of love and grace

They teach life’s lessons, heal the heart, and wipe tears from the face

The more the lines they carry, the more wisdom they contain

Because to give love to another, there’s no way to stay the same

Grandma’s hands are life, are comfort and are love

Grandma’s hands are a blessing sent from God above

Heaven’s Farmer

Today is my Grandfathers funeral. He was such a wonderful man and I will miss him greatly. To learn a little more about him, see this post here: For today, here is a poem that I wrote for him. He will be so missed.

Heaven’s Farmer

I figured it out just last night, while lying in my bed

With thoughts of you, and memories too, running through my head

Heaven’s to be a beautiful place, more pretty than the rest

And God needed a farmer to tend his fields and picked the very best

I can see him now upon his throne searching the heart of each soul

I must keep looking, for my farmer’s hand, when I see him I will know

He needed a man who loved the land, just as much as he

A man with respect and a special heart that all beauty he could see

He needed a man who’d always work hard and show up every day

Who loved the work and the earth, the produce would be his pay

This man would have a heart of gold and always give his last

To another in need, with outstretched hand, he’d have never passed

The man he needed to sow his fields would be the best of the best

That one, I think, he looks just right, his works better than the rest

See this one has a memory and makes it easier for me

He saw it all and loved it all, blessed was his life story

And look at that family, he is so proud, it is his greatest feat

Oh this man, he’s a wonderful one, this farmer can’t be beat

And even more he sees that wife who’s always by his side

Yes, she’s the one who helped this farmer on his lifelong ride

A keeper she is and he worked hard, to show her she’s the one

The one he loves with all his heart, that love it isn’t done

But this farmers hand is needed now to ready all the land

For Heaven’s pastures need this man and his gentle hand

This man is great and makes me proud he always shows his love

That’s a blessing, seldom found, it came from up above

He used it well, throughout his life and for that I am proud

This man he lived a quiet life but his outcome it was loud

I think he’s the one to tend my fields and care for my pasture cows

I know it’ll be hard, and his hole will be great but I need this farmer now

I’ll miss this man and his gentle heart, his advice, and laughter too

I’ll miss his joy in all his stories, as if his eyes I could see through

I’ll miss his love and constant presence of good that’s on this earth

I’ll miss this farmer, and his words, that always showed my worth

I’ll miss his gentle spirit and the joy that showed each time

My babies jumped upon his lap and he’d say, “I’m glad your mine.”

I’ll miss the simple moments just sitting in a chair

And although asleep his presence strong, us breathing the same air

I’ll miss his strong example of love for that lady, his wife

I’ll miss his joy, his wonder, at everything that’s life

God needed a man who was rugged tough, but also had hands of love

He needed a man to prepare the fields for when we return above

I’ll remember that as I miss him and wish that he was near

I know he’s in a better place, with no pain and none to fear

But still I feel, here left behind, that life just isn’t fair

For my grandma and her quiet house, she’s now a half of a pair

So for her I’ll be strong and carry on, a smile on my face

Until the day we meet again, another time, another place

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