It is going to be another hot one today
And she believes it
As she steps outside
And feels the heat rise
In the breeze-less air
What happened
To the cool, breezy days of spring
Not in Southern California
California means “Hot Oven” in Spanish
What an appropriate name
for a place that has no seasons
Where it can be 95 degrees in December
and 60 degrees in June
But earthquakes occasionally stir things up
and make living here interesting on Monday morning, 11:30AM
The following poem was sent to me by a friend. It is reminder of what is really important.
To realize the value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn’t have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student
Who has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth
To a premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more
When you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
Lose one.
Remember….
Hold on tight to the ones you love!
What a difference from last Sunday, she thinks
As she breathes in the heavy air of the evening sky
Even though the clouds have finally lifted
the air remains heavy, weighted with nature’s garbage
She wonders how people survived in this place before air conditioning was invented
They must have been cold blooded or thick skinned, she decides
But then her thoughts turn to the events of last week
The cool air blanketed by fluffy clouds blocking out the sun
Stirring up a chilly, brisk wind
Not a great day for a picnic in the park
What she wouldn’t give to have been at that same park on this hot, sticky day
But a a nice, cold serving of frozen yogurt is a satisfying replacement
And she realizes that she had a perfectly happy, do nothing day
As she lays down to sleep on Sunday evening.
Is always
In search
Of her true
Identity
The essence
Of her being
That she isn’t
Supposed to know about.
The woman with an almost smile
Waits calmly
As time passes
By
In the other direction
During rush hour traffic
On the 405 freeway.
The woman with an almost smile
Lets all her colors show—
Tears her hair out
When frustrated
Cries her eyes out
When disappointed
Yells her head off
When angry
Sings her heart out
When happy.
The woman with an almost smile
Strives
To be the best
Person she can be
Caring
Giving
Affectionate
Dependable
Trustworthy
Hard-working.
The woman with an almost smile
Constantly scrutinizes
Her life
With every breath.
And with the same breath
Simultaneously
Allows herself,
To escape
The people
Places
Events
That cause
Her world
To spin
dizzily
Out of
Control.
The woman with an almost smile
Tries to please
Everyone–
Every time
For every occasion—
Except herself.
The woman with an almost smile
Is every
Grandmother
Mother
Aunt
Niece
Daughter
Sister
Who confronts
Herself
And all
Her inherent parts
That form
A unique
Woman
With an almost smile.
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