Yearnings of a Yellow Rose

Monday, July 31, 2006

Day Becomes Night


Leaves swirl and dance on the morning breeze
Brilliant colors of orange red and gold
Butterflys flit and fly so free
Irridecent shades so beautiful and bold

Fires warmth burn against the sunset sky
Bats fly in tandem through the trees
Children are called to drop their play
Dinner's aroma wafts through the breeze

Night falls in a blanket of darkness
Street lights glow in a perfect hue
The air is still with a golden silence
The ground anxiously awaits the midnight dew

Love Of Mine


I've known you for years
Yet I haven't seen you before
You ease all my fears
Then you come back for more

You're tender and caring
helpful and kind
You are my rock
And sooth my weary mind

I've thrown my lot with you
Till the end of all time
My hopes and heart I give you
This true love of mine

Friday, July 21, 2006

New Adventure


I have been embarking on a new adventure. Finding employment after 13 yrs. First I did my resume. I stated that I owned my own ebay business and wrote ads for it. I checked ads in the paper. I also looked up ads on the internet and applied there . On a whim I emailed a resume to my sister. She gave it to her step daughter who is employed with a temp agency. What do you know. Because of my ad writing experience after exactly one week I have a job. I am screening via phone, mechanics and truck drivers to send on to recuiters. It really is not hard but I was so nervous because people were standing over me on either side while I was learning the script. Also they gave me a jumble of paperwork to go through. After I got home I went to Walmart and organized everything in a folder. I went over it again and again. I did much better today. I am starting to gain my confidence. I am hoping I can get some things done around the house. (New floors at the top of the list). Wish me luck.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Day





The sun is dawning
Peeking over the horizon
Casting its light upon the earth
A cock’s crow heralds morning

The sun is overhead
Warming the soft earth
Flowers turn its way
Bells chime the lunch hour

The sun has turned a fiery orange
Creating long shadows on the wall
It slowly disappears
Signaling the end of day

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

You Are My Friend


You are my friend
You are so dear to me
With you I don’t pretend
My soul is open for you to see

We share lots of conversation
I can tell you anything
You don’t react with condemnation
You hold yourself from judging me

I don’t have to impress you
You don’t care what I own
I just want to love you
And have your friendship for my own

You lift me when I’ve fallen
You comfort when I’m down
You sooth my tattered feelings
And laugh when I’m a clown

Friends are so important
Without them life is hollow
Where ever life may lead you
To the ends of the earth I’ll follow

Thursday, July 06, 2006

My Mother


I just got back from a trip seeing my parents in Houston. My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was elected University of Houston Beauty when she was at Sam Houston High School. She literally looked like a movie star. My mother had lovely thick dark curly hair. Her eyes were a gorgeous hazel green. She was also smart. She was on the honor role every year at high school. More importantly she was a good and decent person. Never self absorbed or conceited. She put the needs of her children first. She is the one that always did for us. From cooking meals, baking cookies to putting on Birthday parties. Every year at Christmas she would tell us that Santa Claus was poor this year. And every year we got exactly what we wanted and then some.

When I was small I had asthma and had to frequent the Doctors office. It was located on Sunset Blvd. In Houston. The street was lined with thick green trees that met in an archway over the street. The moment my Mother turned down Sunset it was a dead giveaway that we were going to the doctor. My stomach would immediately start churning. Once we were going to the doctor for my sister Carolyn. When I saw where we were going I got so upset I got sick in the front reception room. The nurses asked my Mother if she was sure that I was not the one who was sick. Back in those days doctors would give a lot of shots. My Mother always promised us a toy if we were to get a shot. She would take us to an old toy store in the Village called World Toy and Gift.
It was a large store with toys jammed together on every shelf up and down the aisles. I always had a difficult time making up my mind what to choose. It really took the pain away from getting a shot and I loved my Mother for it.

My Mother enjoyed reading. She read mostly romance novels but she read other sorts of novels too. She taught me how to pray. She started with a simple prayer that she made up. Dear Jesus please make me a sweet little girl and bless everybody. Thank you Dear Jesus for being good to me. She told me that when she had a problem she would pray to the Virgin Mary and her prayers would be answered. I relied on my Mother so much that I told her she was my Virgin Mary.

My Mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years ago. I knew something was wrong because she would repeat herself a lot on the phone. It is difficult to understand her sometimes because she cannot remember what things are called. She forgets our names .She refers to her granddaughter as that little girl. She told me that the other guy sometimes came over and he was really nice. I knew she was talking about my brother Anthony. Once she escaped the house in the middle of the night. My Father and my sister Nancy did not even know it. She walked about two miles down the street to a Walgreens Pharmacy. They called at 2:00 in the morning to let them know and pick her up. My sister Carolyn and I were always comforted thinking that at least she was happy and that she didn’t realize that anything was wrong. On this visit I was quietly sitting with my Mother at the kitchen table. We were alone. She started telling me that she had been ill for a while. That her mind was not as good as it used to be. She said Carolyn had been coming to see her and she had forgotten that Carolyn was her daughter. She said she felt really bad about that and that no one had told her Carolyn was her daughter. Two big tears welled up in her eyes. I told her it was OK we all understood. When we ended the conversation and I walked away I also had two big tears welling in my eyes.