Happy Thankful and Poetic Thursday. If you’d like to join us in being thankful – just click the badge above and link up!
My most important THANKFUL today is how very thankful I feel that I knew Wally from Island Cats who just passed away from kidney disease and other health issues. He was an EPIC ginger guy who was loved by one and all. Angel Sammy knew him better than I could have as they were Cat Scouts together whereas I was the “Johnny Come Lately” (or Teddy!) at Scouts. Wally was a well loved cat through his blog, at Scouts, and most certainly his family. I know Angel Sammy gave Wally a BIG HUG when he arrived at the gates to the Bridge.
As usual I’m also thankful that Angel Sammy’s email came through overnight even though we have icky winter weather with snow, ice and a mix of EVERYTHING………you never know how that will effect reception but we got his mail nonetheless! Here it is.
Hello Fellow Poets and Fans of Poetry!!
I won’t repeat what my little brother said in his “Thankfuls” about Wally but just know that my heart was broken for his family but my heart was mended the minute Wally arrived here and I could hug him and welcome him to the Bridge for a well deserved rest.
Today we will be sharing poetry we wrote inspired by the photo I gave you last week…………which I thought was a brilliant copy of a painting by a favorite of mine and my Mom’s – Norman Rockwell. I had fun with this one – did you? I hope you wrote a poem to go with the photo. If you did, let us know in comments!!
My Mom doesn’t garden like she used to but she would always get REALLY EXCITED when some little something popped up from the soil where she’d planted seeds. Oh my. Then it was “mothering” all those little seedlings until they made it to fully grown and producing flowers or fruit or vegetables or WHATEVER – – – and hopefully not becoming squirrel or deer food (which they often did). Here’s my poem:
“Ya Gotta Come See!”
Poem by Angel Sammy Kimmell February 20, 2019
Lookie, lookie, something has popped
My faith in my seeds has never stopped!
Little bundles of energy holding magical things
They pop out of the ground like they sprouted wings.
Then the REAL work begins – fertilizing, watering and such
Who knew a tiny seed would need so much!
Growing with vigor or shriveling up in the heat
Raising ANY crop was a herculean feat……….
But the agony faded away when the growing was done
As the harvest was enjoyed at a picnic under the setting sun……….
My Mom and Dad no longer have the energy to keep up with a big garden but in their gardening days – and before the trees began shading all the sunny spots for a garden – they had some beautiful zucchini, tomatoes, bush beans, radishes, lettuces, and other things that weren’t QUITE as successful. But the point is they tried and succeeded and felt that pride gardeners feel – just like the man in the painting by Normal Rockwell.
Now – how about next week’s photo for inspiration? How about this one?!
I love this photo. Talk about a hard-core bingo player! My Mom only went to a couple of bingo-fests along with her Mom many years ago and she said she spent the whole time “people watching”…….. So have some fun with this photo for your poem next Thursday and I’ll share mine with all of you at the same time.
Meanwhile, have a happy week………………….smile……………even if it’s a little hard to do sometimes…………….you will make OTHERS happy with your expression I promise!
Love, Your Friend Always, Angel Sammy
Thanks Angel Sammy! I’ll look forward to hearing from you again next week. In the meantime you know – feel free to visit me in my dreams. You are my Guardian Angel and any advice you can give me is MUCH appreciated.