"To My Husband Theodore"
When you hold me I feel safe
I know that I am home in your arms
There is no other home there is no other sanctuary
Happiness is in your arms
it's a simple truth that I cannot shake
Ours is a Love That will never break
Laughter fills my heart, not tears
Courage and motherhood i feel for you, not fears
I know you are the answer to my unsolved mysteries
I know you are the remedy for all my sadnesses
I know you are the destination of all my journeys
Hold me close in your all-knowing arms forever
And In your Quiet Strength, may we survive and never sever!
I love thee more with every passing day
I love thee more than I had ever hoped to love anyone
God Blessed Me When He Gave Us This Love We Share
I Treasure Our Love More Than Any Priceless Treasure...
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.
Thursday, April 7, 2016
"The Fish Fry"
I got up from my desk to see what the clamor in the kitchen
I gasped in horror when i saw
the huge decapitated head of a dying fish in the sink, separated
from its body unnaturally, and my husband Theodore with a
steaknife, sawing away at the heads of a dozen other small fish
they were quite alive! Then they were quite dead...something ran ajar
within my heart, came unhinged, a madness flew like a crazed bird
from its cages in my heart, and Theodore looked up at me, his eyes
were asking me if i could ever forgive him. "I went fishing, " he explained,
helplessly. I didn't know how this had affected his heart, and so, troubled,
I quickly stifled my horror at the dead fish and set to work healing his mess
and his troubles. I thought, "What can I Do with Theodore and all these fish?"
Their hearts are ALL broken! So something kindled in me, something motherly,
i said, "Well...It's time to fry them up, Theodore" to which he heartily agreed,
grateful for this forgiveness and grace. I got a skillet, melted a stick of butter,
added half a cup of lemon juice, and gave him a bowl of salted flour, and I
Instructed Theodore To Pat them in flour and Fry them Whole. Which He did.
We Ate Fish For A Long Time, picking tiny bones and scales out of our teeth
Then we turned down the lights, and put our nightclothes on and snuggled into bed
And I poured us each some Blue Raspberry Koolaid, which he drank. I fell asleep
in his warm loving arms, grateful that i had known just how to cook his violent massacre.
I got up from my desk to see what the clamor in the kitchen
I gasped in horror when i saw
the huge decapitated head of a dying fish in the sink, separated
from its body unnaturally, and my husband Theodore with a
steaknife, sawing away at the heads of a dozen other small fish
they were quite alive! Then they were quite dead...something ran ajar
within my heart, came unhinged, a madness flew like a crazed bird
from its cages in my heart, and Theodore looked up at me, his eyes
were asking me if i could ever forgive him. "I went fishing, " he explained,
helplessly. I didn't know how this had affected his heart, and so, troubled,
I quickly stifled my horror at the dead fish and set to work healing his mess
and his troubles. I thought, "What can I Do with Theodore and all these fish?"
Their hearts are ALL broken! So something kindled in me, something motherly,
i said, "Well...It's time to fry them up, Theodore" to which he heartily agreed,
grateful for this forgiveness and grace. I got a skillet, melted a stick of butter,
added half a cup of lemon juice, and gave him a bowl of salted flour, and I
Instructed Theodore To Pat them in flour and Fry them Whole. Which He did.
We Ate Fish For A Long Time, picking tiny bones and scales out of our teeth
Then we turned down the lights, and put our nightclothes on and snuggled into bed
And I poured us each some Blue Raspberry Koolaid, which he drank. I fell asleep
in his warm loving arms, grateful that i had known just how to cook his violent massacre.
"Planting the Hosta"
The Hosta Has A Special Name
She Pulls it from its container by its lush base
the roots are congested and thickly strangling
in that tight space they need to breathe and spread out
so we take a knife and loosen the roots apart from one another
and my grandmother chops the hosta plant in two
when the roots are unentangled she holds the hosta
as i fill in around the roots with shovels of dirt
we water it the roots are like fingers and i know
the Hosta is glad to still be alive as it drinks the water.
The Hosta Has A Special Name
She Pulls it from its container by its lush base
the roots are congested and thickly strangling
in that tight space they need to breathe and spread out
so we take a knife and loosen the roots apart from one another
and my grandmother chops the hosta plant in two
when the roots are unentangled she holds the hosta
as i fill in around the roots with shovels of dirt
we water it the roots are like fingers and i know
the Hosta is glad to still be alive as it drinks the water.
The White Bird
Lightly Lifted Wings
in whispering flight
calling my name "Caroline"
In The dead of night
we have conversations
flown madly into winter night
madness is sweetest sense
freezing and hungry
flown from their cage
into the night
on white bird lays wounded
mauled by dogs
struggling to fly
i lift her in my hands and
cradle her close
two years have passed
still alive, she sings my name
in whispering flight
calling my name "Caroline"
In The dead of night
we have conversations
flown madly into winter night
madness is sweetest sense
freezing and hungry
flown from their cage
into the night
on white bird lays wounded
mauled by dogs
struggling to fly
i lift her in my hands and
cradle her close
two years have passed
still alive, she sings my name
"Beheading The Fish With A Blunt Knife"
My Theodore comes home late after dark
He has styrofoam buckets flopping with
live fish, brim, and he cuts off their heads
as i listen to the gospel of jesus christ,
he beheads the living fish with a blunt dinner knife
their bodies flop in the sink, the gills still flashing,
the fish heads he gathers into a pile of large triangular faces
with huge horrified eyes, dead--i know this has hurt him
deep in his heart, if not healed some great unbearable pain,
and so prepare a skillet with lemon juice and a stick of butter
melting on high in the skillet on the stove. he takes the bodies
out of the sink basin and rinses them, puts them in a bowl,
and i prepare him a salted flour in which he dips each body raw
and slaps them in the yummy butter and lemon of the skillet
where they fry for a few minutes on either side, then
we eat them, scales, bones flying everywhere i gnaw at them
and eat, hungrily, he flicks a bit of fish gently from my hair
and then we go to bed with koolaid and watch the news
i toss the fish heads into the garden because they are good fertilizer
and the countertops are covered in fish guts!
"Black Magic"
Something magical comes to life in the sunlight
revealed, a chubby comfortable lizard resting warm
under a sunny pot in the the garden, a flash of life
flickers like flame ignited in the wet black body
a foot long, as though a snake with legs and six inch tail
black velvet body streaked in blue and yellow stripes
revealed in the light, Flashes with instinct of fear and scurries
with the most elegant motion of a guided slither, away from me
Black Magic beyond my comprehension something more beautiful than i
oh magical snake, wilt thee ever come home to my garden again?
Lonely, I Gaze long time out over the city with a peace and a prayer
That My Gorgeous Black Lizard Will Return to me here!
Probably, he's indulging on earthworms and bugs in a sunny place
under covering of a cool stone, or perhaps, he is somewhere lingering
on my porch!
Something magical comes to life in the sunlight
revealed, a chubby comfortable lizard resting warm
under a sunny pot in the the garden, a flash of life
flickers like flame ignited in the wet black body
a foot long, as though a snake with legs and six inch tail
black velvet body streaked in blue and yellow stripes
revealed in the light, Flashes with instinct of fear and scurries
with the most elegant motion of a guided slither, away from me
Black Magic beyond my comprehension something more beautiful than i
oh magical snake, wilt thee ever come home to my garden again?
Lonely, I Gaze long time out over the city with a peace and a prayer
That My Gorgeous Black Lizard Will Return to me here!
Probably, he's indulging on earthworms and bugs in a sunny place
under covering of a cool stone, or perhaps, he is somewhere lingering
on my porch!
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