DISTANCE (from Sunday Scribblings)

I never earned a gold medal
I was never a great athelete.
But I go the distance.
If you need a bite to eat,
I feed you a whole meal.
If you need a drink,
I offer you a fountain.
If you need a lift,
I give you a prayer.

                          TREASURES
Yes, we will all have the real treasures in heaven, but we have some here on earth, too. My treasures are my family. This past weekend, a granddaughter got married. Oh, yes, we were included in everything and another granddaughter and family came and stayed with us, so she could be close to all the wedding preparations, also. How special it all was, and something I will treasure forever.

             LIMITLESS (Sunday Scribblings)

For years I
held the rigid
inhibitions
tucked safely inside.
Too strict, too dignified
to be released.
Last night, I
let them gently
escape.
Now, when all
I have left is
memories,
there will be one
that is different
from all the solemn others.
And I will smile.

                            TONGUE IN CHEEK(SUNDAY SCRIBBLES)

I always write with "tongue in cheek."
When my neighbors take a peek
In the local weekly paper
To check my latest silly caper,
Don't they really realize
That it's just a pack of lies?
It makes me feel like a sneak,
Alas, it's only "tongue in cheek."

                                              STRETCH(Sundayblogger)

It's a stretch of the imagination to imagine me becoming a mother this spring. I'm in my 60's. But I did. A fawn came out of my woods crying and I found a baby bottle that someone had left and began feeding it.
It's a stretch of the imagination to image that fawn, Bambino, coming to the house and banging on the door at 5:30 a.m. and then again in the evening and spending the rest of the time in the woods. But he does.
It's a stretch of the imagination to image that fawn, Bambino, running and playing with the young grandchildren and when a raccoon or opossum come in the yard, he tries to run them off. But he does.
It's a stretch of the imagination to image in the 28 summers I've lived here, and tried and tried to keep the deer out of my garden, that I stood and watched Bambino eat my green beans. But I did.
It's a stretch of the imagination to believe this story. But it's true.