Monday, April 15, 2019

WCCOA's 2019 Poetry Contest!

Here are this year's Poetry Contest entries! Please enjoy, and should you wish to vote for your favorites please call in or visit your Senior Center of choice to cast your ballot! Thank you to everyone who submitted their work this year!

Baseball Was His Game

There once was a guy named Jerry
An athlete of some fame
He was big and strong and handsome
And baseball was his game.

When it was baseball season
The result was always the same
He’d work and sweat and practice
‘Cause baseball was his game.

He’d spend long hours in practice
Preparing for the game
He’d throw the ball and hit the ball
‘Cause baseball was his game.

He never lost his passion
Even in the rain
He gave it everything he had
‘Cause baseball was his game.

He was the greatest catcher
That ever played the game
I loved him when I met him
And baseball was his game.

From being a great player
It’s no wonder the day came
When they put the word “COACH” up beside his name
And baseball was his game.

The players came and went
The coach remained the same
He kept the dream alive
And baseball was his game.

After years and years of giving
Everything he had to the game
The time came to step aside
And baseball was his game.

I loved him as a player
Waiting to hear the announcer call his name
I loved him as a coach
And baseball was his game.

Now he has some time
To rest from all that pain
To spend some time with family
And baseball was his game.

As seasons come and go
His efforts won’t be in vain
For those who know and love him
Know that baseball won’t be the same
Because of all he gave it
Yes, baseball was his game.

Our Family Dream in Forty-Nine

In 1949, when I was thirteen,
Our family would move to Bowling Green.
Dad at the time was age forty-six
And added college teaching to his mix.

Mother then was forty-four;
She would live in Wood County for fifty more.
She taught in township schools of Portage and Troy,
To impart poetry and prose to each girl and boy.

My older brother had two years at Purdue,
But he got his degree at BGSU.
Before he left this earthly realm,
He had fifty years of teaching at his helm.

My sisters and I went to BG High.
They became teachers and so did I.
The years flew by and now it’s time,
To tell this story with this rhyme.

We all saw Wood County Hospital new on the scene;
The population double in Bowling Green.
A new Fairgrounds at Haskins and Poe,
And BGSU grow and grow and grow.

We four children moved away from the County;
But returned to the scene to laud the bounty,
Of a larger BGSU in a county seat town;
Bigger and better now that is has grown.

I was the youngest of the set.
Returned more often and yet,
Looking back, I have no regret;
Golden aging is a sure bet.

When people ask me where I am from?
I say from Hoosier land I did come.
But when the score is 70-13, haven’t you guessed?
Wood County, Ohio is the place that’s been for me blessed!

A Journey In My Dreams 

I’ve planned a new journey in my dreams; it won’t compare with my previous schemes.
Won’t need to call the triple A, won’t need to know what month or what day
Won’t need to know if by rail or by car; won’t need to know how near or how far.
Won’t need to know which room to reserve; won’t need to know what meals they will serve.

At an early age my parents were told, “Your son is a good student for eight years old;
But too much a dreamer for someone his age, he is an excellent reader now turn the page.”
Five years later at age thirteen, our family would move to Bowling Green.
Dad and mom were teachers, as were siblings (three), I too was expected to get a college degree.

About that time came the Korean War, I enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps.
Three years later and back in Wood County, dreams of love and marriage became my bounty.
I finally got that college degree, it seemed that writing was the career for me;
The dream transformed into paper and ink, a “journalist-printer” quick as you think.

Along about then I took a short break; taught school for two years before I did wake,
To see that what we often see in our dreams, is not always what it sometimes seems.
We had a son and then a daughter; and our home was filled with joy and laughter.
Too soon after that it was “Granddad” me, within a blink great-grandchildren (three).

The journey through life at eighty plus three, has been a breeze for a guy like me.
When comes the time to reach the door, will I be ready to ask for more?
One more trip to Boston or New York; Branson, New Orleans or College Park.
Chicago, Pittsburgh, Texas or Lake Gage; Norfolk or Ann Arbor at any age.

Can I stop along the way to study the history; dream some more dreams and explore the mystery.
Find a new job, meet more new friends, solve some problems, make some amends.
Can I read another book? Dance another dance? Dream another dream or pursue a romance?
Will I have time for one more trip? Or write some more poems before I slip?

To say “goodbye”, I’ll not do yet. I have more dreams, more aims to bet.
I’m not sleeping, just resting my eyes, remember after sunset comes the sunrise!


It comes to me without warning
The feeling is intense.
Accepting without judgment gives
Meaning to the wonder of it all.
I visualize a world without
Conflict and disease.
My eyes see all races and religions
Healing their differences.
Love is the adhesive bonding us together.
My daydreams give me hope
That the healing will prevail.

Dreams Have Power

Went to bed feeling old and tired.
Woke up energized and radiant.
The mirror now reflects my aging beauty.
I see my wrinkles as my reward for living a productive life.
My worried expression is replaced with joyful bliss.
I now wear my age with dignity and self-respect.
No longer defined by societies judgment.
Laughing comes easier when my mouth disconnects with my mind.
Loneliness is a distant memory.
Love and gratitude have become my constant companion.
My beauty will continue to refine with age.

The Wren House

The Lord has blessed me in so many a way
This morn, the sun is up, another special day
I am watching this wren house activity from my patio
The Mom is feeding the babies; old dad is a singing hero
Mother wren very busy; Mrs. Robin next door attending to her nest
When those babies fly, Mom and Dad can take a rest
The Rose of Sharon is in full bloom, it’s a beautiful sight
But what I really want to see is the babies first flight
Finally what I wanted to see…
From the birdhouse the babies did flee.
I went for more coffee, but before I got back to my chair
I heard the Momma bird’s call of despair.
In all my time
I never seen such a crime!
I screamed and yelled SCAT!
I was too late – damned yellow cat.


Dreams existed before you were born
You are the dream.
The dream turns into family
Love, closeness, and health.
Dreams seep in when reality fails
And hope is the dream.
Dreams get bombarded by life
Twisted, turned, and changed.
They are hammered by time
Erased and are gone.
But made new again with persistence
Helped by love and faith.
Dreams are challenged by time and life
Assisted with kindness and understanding.
They live on even in death
To be remembered by others.


Dreams are not real
So how can I write
About visions and fantasies
That happen as I sleep
Throughout the night

To Music

This was a sad day and then
Suddenly it wasn’t.
My granddaughter arrived
Shouldering her cello
We played a Haydn Concerto
For the first time
Piano and cello singing
Stumbling, crashing measures
Together lifting the notes
Into the room
Falling on the little white dog
Spiraling through the rooms
Where family listened.
Outside the white flakes fell.
The white dog slept.
Her hands white,
My white keys,
The white bust of Haydn
Seeming to smile on us
As we dreamed perfection.

Waiting for the Child

We are all waiting for the Child,
The line of cars
Moves at a crawl
Beside the duck pond
Can’t read, can’t write
Must move forward
My car moves ahead
He is there, waving,
A small smile for me
The best boy in the world
Just got out of school
And for a few hours
He is mine.
Still small, still calm
Eyes closed against the sun
Going around the flagpole
Always growing up
Until one day
 Time moves forward
My turn will come
To lie in a bed alone
Watching the door
Waiting for the Child.
He will be there
My beloved grandson.

End of a Dream

A caribou on a wall,
So sad to see
Magnificence silenced,
Mere reminder of life,
Of pulsing energy, halted
Of continuance ended
On the path to extinction. 

New Friends

I’m making new friends every day.
My old ones – they’re all dead.
My new friends always like me.
Some live – inside my head.

I’m making new friends every day,
But their names I can’t pronounce
Since I can’t hear – and my memory –
Weighs less than – half an ounce.

I’m making new friends every day.
And some – I even like,
Until we’re talking politics,
Then they say, “Take a hike”.

One – friend visits – every day.
He lives right here inside us.
He comes quite early – stays all day.
His name is – Arthur – Ritus.

I’m buying these two friends a car;
A nurse and foreign doctor.
I make their payments every month
Since my privates they did proctor.

I’m making new friends every day.
Today it was a plumber.
I told him how to wear his pants,
But he told me I was dumber…

Some new friends – are sending mail.
Each day they ask for money.
They must have me confused-
With a Rockefeller honey.

I’m making new friends every day
And you can do it too.
Just wear a smile – speak kind words
And forgive the things they do.

An Old Man’s Explanation

I have an explanation
If you see I have a fault.
It seems my great potential –
Is locked up – inside a vault.

I’m really rather perfect
From my head – down to my toes
And everyone would know – I’m great
Were it not for all my foes.

I’d jump from bed at five AM
Were it not – for gravity…
That forces me to stay in bed
Till ten o’clock – you see.

I have big plans – to do so much
But the couch – it calls my name.
It’s hard to turn off “Jeopardy”!
I could surely win that game!

I’d go to church – and pray all day.
They’d give a tithe –times three!
But God knows they’re all just hypocrites.
Why can’t they be like me?

I’m smart as Isaac Einstein
Every day of every week.
It’s just – I can’t remember –
Like I did – when at my peak.

I’d always keep my diet
If the food were not so good.
I could do my calisthenics.
Sometimes. – I really could.

I have an explanation
For why my greatness melts!
My greatnest skill – in all the world,
Is blaming someone else!

My Electric Friend

I need not talk to people.
Relationships are done.
I only need electric friends.
I think they’re number one!

I once had friends – with skin and bones.
Now, they seldom come around.
Now – I just call Uber –
And food arrives from town.

My best friends – have extension cords
That run all through the house.
They power my computers
And I just move a mouse.

I twitter and I Facebook
Till I have blurry eyes.
The good news is – I have no friends –
Seeing faults to criticize.

I always have my PC on.
It records the stuff I bought.
My phone? – I never answer.
I text each misspelled thought.

I traded in – my ole gas stove.
Just use my microwave.
If it runs on electric –
It is my faithful slave.

I don’t recall – when I last spoke –
Except to my remote!
My TV teaches politics
And I mail in my vote.

I only have one problem.
It happened just today.
A storm knocked down a big ole tree.
Took my electric friends away.


Cast aside like a worn out shoe
Not knowing, or caring, what there is left to do.

A life of dreams, some fully achieved,
And others dimly remembered
And not likely attained.

Arriving here after many twists and turns
With a smile of regret or one of delight
Recalling the memories of those days and nights.

Yet like that old shoe, many dreams
Of the past still seem brand new.
And life left may allow you one or two.

Dream On!

Light Up My Dream 

I saw a bright light in the sky
So bright it was it hurt my eye
As I followed its rays it opened wide
And my entire being was pulled inside
I was not afraid; I felt warmth from its rays
I saw a place I had never seen throughout my days
And there before me I recognized many a friend
There were those I thought had met their end
But full of laughter and strength they were
More exuberance than they had ever had for sure
Flowers were blooming and fountains were flowing
Glistening leaves were radiantly glowing
There were no wrinkles on the faces of the old
And the children I saw had remained youthful and bold
They enjoyed stars that twinkled as their toys
The excitement was the same for both girls and boys
They all ran to meet me and so did the others
I knew them so well they were father and mother and my brothers
They were all there, a reunion like never before
Oh how happy I was to see them once more
Their voices and laughter the same as in days of yore
It was such a time of untold pleasure
No words of mine can ever quite measure
Then suddenly that light grew dim
And dawn was breaking from the rim
For you see a new day was in the making
And I from this glorious dream was waking
So someday friends I’ll see you all again
I don’t know how and I don’t know when
For they say dreams really do come true
Will I have to wait for that bright light to bring them in view? 

Out of Sight on Another Flight 

A bird came pecking on my window
This same bird I had seen time and again
He was very large, long legged and gray
He flew right up for he knew the way.
He knew that he was welcome and was about to stay.
He would come every day at half past four
Peek through the window, then peck on the door
My friend would feed him fish and meat
Then he would fly away, he had his treat.
But why am I sharing this story with you
Because after two years of absence, and this is true
I returned again to find the same egret bird
Expecting to be greeted by my friend’s kind word
I looked at the clock the time was the same
I had no treat to give him, I felt some shame
Then I had to tell him my friend is no longer here
He backed away from my door as if in fear
As if to say “so much for my treat,” journey complete
He hasn’t returned, he knew what I said, no need repeat 
He flew to a loftier height as my friend has done
I think of them often though their days with me are gone
Will I ever see this bird or my friend once more?
For into the heavenly sky they both did soar
This caring man who waited every day
To share with this bird in a kind loving way
A bit of friendship and a tasty bite
They are both out of sight on another flight

Forever Dream

The perfect place to be
Must it always have been with thee
The smile that all the world could be
But deeper when directed at me
You were beautiful in all the ways
Possible in the universe
Losing you was like reforming the world
I dream of all of this
That when my soul meets thee
There will be a calibration of the
Perfect life that you have given with me.

I Dream of a Day 

I dream of a day when love reigns and hate becomes
Just another word in the dictionary.
I dream of a day where helping others is more important
Than helping ourselves.
I dream of a day when we see the beauty of color
In all God’s creations.
I dream of a day when we cherish our children and respect our elders.
I dream of a day where wisdom replaces ignorance
And cruelty is an exception, not the rule.
I dream of a day when we look beyond labels and judgment
Is replaced with compassion and a willingness to understand.
I dream of a day where hate has no home and love
Really does conquer all.
I dream of a day…

4/15 Social Services Article: Mental Health Awareness Month is around the corner!

WCCOA's Social Services Department is here with the next installment of our helpful monthly blog articles to help our aging population stay active, healthy and safe! Check in near the end of each month for information on new topics. As we come to the end of April, it's time to remember:


The month of May is observed for Mental Health Awareness. 2019 marks the 70th year May has been deemed as Mental Health Awareness month. This is a month where advocates and activists gather to shed light on mental health issues. A mental illness is a condition that can affect an individual’s feelings, mood, and thinking. According to National Alliance on Mental Illness, approximately 1 in 5 adults in the U.S.—43.8 million, or 18.5%—experiences mental illness in a given year. Many individuals chose not to seek the proper treatment for their illness. NAMI also states that about 60% of adults with a mental illness didn’t receive mental health services in the following year. Stigma and lack of Mental Health resources continue to be an issue. Listed below are recommendations for Mental Health Awareness Month:

Educate Yourself!

  • Learn general information in regards to mental health.
  • What factors may influence a mental illness.
  • Symptoms of Mental Health 
  • Familiarize yourself on resources within the area.
  • Consider taking a Mental Health First Aid Training 


  • Stigma is when someone, or you yourself, view you in a negative way because you have a mental health condition. Some people describe stigma as shame that can be felt as a judgement from someone else or a feeling that is internal, something that confuses feeling bad with being bad.
  • Be mindful of hurtful stereotypes
  • The inaccurate myths of illnesses can cause shame, guilt, embarrassment, and build obstacles for those seeking the assistance they may need.  

Nurture Your Mental Health!

  • Reflect and advocate for your own mental health.
  • Create a self-care action plan for yourself.

Wood County Mental Health Resources:

A Renewed Mind: (419) 873-8280
Unison: (419) 352-4624 
Harbor: (419) 352-5387
Lutheran Social Services: (419) 352-0702 
Zepf Center: (419) 373-6560
Wood County Crisis Line: 419.502.HOPE (4673)   

Sources: NAMI; Psychology Today

Thursday, February 28, 2019

2/19 Social Services Article: Easy Ways to Prevent Falls!

WCCOA's Social Services Department is here to begin a series of helpful monthly blog articles to help our aging population stay active, healthy and safe! Check in near the end of each month for information on new topics. As we come to the end of February, it's time to discuss:


When you talk about home safety, most people think of security systems and smoke alarms but few think of fall safety. According to the National Council on Aging, 75% of falls among older adults occur in or near the home. Also tip-over accidents of furniture or appliances injure or kill about 29,000 people every year. And those age 66 and older make up a quarter of all ladder falls. Listed below are a few quick and simple suggestions to make your home a fall-hazard free zone.

  • Use motion-activated night lights along routes you may travel at night.
  • Have overhead lights at the top and bottom of staircases and all exterior entryways.

  • Get rid of tripping hazards like electrical cords, shoes, throw rugs, etc. Especially in hallways, stairs and the routes you use in the middle of the night to the bathroom. 
  • Keep pet toys and their bedding cleared from walkways.

  • If you want an area rug, use rubber backed rugs or double stick tape to keep them in place.
  • For uneven flooring between rooms or flooring types, install transition strips.
  • Clean floors naturally with a mixture of 1 cup distilled white vinegar mixed into 3-4 gallons of warm water. This cleans without any slippery film.

  • Secure furniture, TV’s and appliances with furniture restraints or anchoring kits. Remember bookcases, dressers and wardrobes too. 

  • Use nonslip rubber mat in shower or tub.
  • Have grab bars around tubs and toilets installed by a professional.

  • Replace or fix worn or broken steps.
  • Reinforce your stairs as needed.
  • Add a second handrail, one on each side. In this case TWO is better than one. 

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

WCCOA's 2018 Poetry Contest Winners!

 Congratulations to our winners for the Wood County Committee on Aging's 2018 Poetry Contest!

    • Won by Patti Brown, with the poem "Forgiveness"
    • Won by Wally Hawks, with the poem "Sway-Back Mare"
    • Won by Tom Cavendish, with the poem "The Red Bud Tree"
    • Won by Judy Kline, with the poem "There on the Cross"

Thank you to everyone that participated this year! We saw many fantastic entries.

Everyone that submitted poems to our contest may either pick up a printed booklet of all of this year's poems for them to keep or arrange to have one delivered to their nearest Wood County senior center location. If you have any questions, please call the Programs department at 419-353-5661. Thank you!

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

WCCOA's 2018 Poetry Contest!

 Here are this year's Poetry Contest entries! Please enjoy, and when you're finished reading you may vote for your favorite by Clicking Here!

You are Special

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
No one else looks exactly like you.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special
You are one of a kind.
The talents you have are unique.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
Created by God to thrive
One like you you’ll not find

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind.
Created by God to thrive.
One like you you’ll not find.

You are so very special.
You are one of a kind
For a unique purpose you were made.
One like you you’ll not find.
Life Goes By Quickly
Oh what a happy day.
A precious baby is born.
Such a long wait it was.
We prayed for you night and morn.

Soon a toddler you became.
You learned to talk and run.
Then off to Preschool you went.
You thought being friends was fun.

Oh my, you’re in High School already!
How fast you have grown.
You’ve added a part time job.
Several lawns you have mown.

Next month you will marry.
Two years down the road,
A sweet baby added.
Your schedule is on full load.

Now you are a grandparent.
That brings joy to your life.
And now retirement is here.
More time for husband and wife.

How quickly your life flies by.
Appreciate each and every day.
Your life is a gift from God.
Take time to work and time to play.

To Evie:

On Valentine’s Day it’s great to say
That “I love you, through and through,”
So let’s keep on for years not few,
Before we bid each other adieu
-and meet anew in God’s venue

Note: Here is the story behind the poem

At home on Valentine’s Day morning, I was wondering how I could sneak a bouquet of pink carnations (my wife’s favorite flower and color) into her law office at a time when she would not be there.  The answer came when-before leaving for work-she said that we would not be lunching together because she had to go off to a luncheon

I bought the bouquet, along with a Valentine’s Day card, and I sat down with pen and paper and composed the above lines of poetry except for the italicized last line.  In my view, the poem appeared fine, meaning it expressed my anticipation of many more happy years of a life together.

Well, that was not my wife’s view.  When I next saw her, upon her arrival home at the end of the day, she had pleasant words of thanks but grim appearance of face….Afterlife!  I had never given it a thought.

Within the hour, our son, Bill, phoned, and the subject of my poem came up.  Between what both of them said about the poem, I concluded that its thoughtfulness was outweighed by it grimness.
While the three of us were still discussing the subject, I grabbed a nearby pencil and scrap paper and composed the last line (to which, after our phone conversation ended, I added “in God’s venue.”).

My Farm in Wood County

My great grandparents came to Wood County,
A place of rich land and bounty
They built a log house for the family to be free
From the wolves, coyotes, and snakes, they see.

The land was rich from the Great Black Swamp soil
Where crops grew tall and good with toil
The corn grew so high that I could not see the sky
And sometimes I felt like I was lost and might die.
Most farmers found oil on their farms and became rich.
This went on until other countries got oil in their niche
Limestone is Wood County was a big boom for us too
Because it has many uses in building that we do.

I have many nice fossils that came in limestone
Some are perfect in their mold.
These fossils are millions of years old,
And have histories of long years ago

A Walk with Our Creator

Have you ever taken a day to enjoy what God has given to you,
And looked around to see if it is really true.
I enjoyed hearing three little birds sing to me one day
As they sat high in a tree. 
I never heard such beauty from little birds before,
As when they sang to me in perfect sounding chord.
When I get older, it seems that I see more of God’s Creation
That has been here all my life waiting for my inspiration

Butterflies of different colors were flying from place to place.
And getting food slowly without a lot of haste.
A Monarch butterfly flew to my hand, and stayed some time
Until she saw a milkweed in it’s very prime.  
Then, a squirrel came to me to get a peanut in my hand.
He looked me over carefully, then grabbed it and ran
What a beautiful day to see God’s world with a bright new light
Where new things are a wonder when we have a different sight.


We can run but we can’t hide.
Words have the power to confuse our trusting mind.
Lies, corruption, chaos talk loud and clear.
Faces frozen with fear and uncertainty.
Our faith has been weakened.
Change is coming the truth will be revealed.
We will search for the light consumed by darkness.
Love will bring hope and healing into our aging body.
Races and religions will unite.
We will embrace the light determined to survive and thrive.
Our purpose will be known.


She was young innocent full of life.
The addiction consumed her spirit.
The child no longer existed.
Families shattered with grief.
Denial intensified the anxiety and guilt.
Hopes and dreams a distant memory.
Weeks turned into months.
Months became years.
Her life was spared.
She will never be the beautiful innocent child.
Her future uncertain.
Everyone is affected by addiction.
Life has no guarantees.
Each day is a gift.
Acceptance brings hope and healing.
Miracles happen when love becomes our constant companion.
Forgiveness opens doors to a new conception

The Red Bud Tree

About every morning I sit in my chair thinking, thanking, asking,
When I finally raise my head and see out, again I thank my Heavenly King.
People, houses, cars and sky I see.
Right across my street I see the different seasons of a red bud tree.
Most of the year this is the ugliest tree you have ever seen in all of nature’s law.
Most of the branches are uneven and lean to one side and I think of y chainsaw.
This March day as I sit and ponder and look out my window it is early spring.
A bright sunny day, the red bud is in full bloom and you’ve never seen such a beautiful thing.
Today you don’t notice the odd shaped limbs-only the beautiful red bud crown.
I guess the beauty of these few weeks are the reason the odd shaped red bud was never cut down.
I don’t know the lifespan of a red bud tree, but I know this one is getting pretty old and bent,
I’ll be 81 in June, old and bent, but still hoping to like that old red bud and show some beauty before my life is spent.

My Brother Capt. John W. Cavendish M.D. U.S. Army

I guess he was just one of many keeping our land free from the enemy.
This time it wasn’t just any other, He was my best friend and younger brother.
It was a terrible thing-the Agent Orange and Vietcong
He had been fighting the effects for 35 years long
There was many a night I couldn’t sleep, as I prayed to the Lord for my brother’s kee.
As I stood by his bed holding his hand as he struggled for his breath
I wondered how many Army buddies he had saved from death.
I thanked the Lord when I left the hospital that day, that I had the chance to tell him what I had to say.
About the tenets of a Mason’s profession, brotherly love, relief and truth, just a word
I doubt it was to any Masonic Brother’s surprise that he received the cherished Meritorious Service Award
I never knew anyone whose heart was so big and full of love
I am sure we, and some of his patients felt he was sent to us from above
About his jokes, humor and wit and all his stories of lore
And when you checked your computer there was always one more
He wouldn’t want you to be said, so for the years we had him let us be glad
I hope these words weren’t inappropriate,
I just wanted to tell you about what a wonderful brother I had

Note: I adopted Rico (2 years old) who was a survivor of the three hurricanes (Harvey, Irma, and Maria) after the devastation earlier this year which made him homeless

My Rico From Puerto Rico

He can be a sweetheart
Or he can act the part!
It only takes a moment
To know which phase he’s at:
He can cuddle up and purr at you
Or he might slap at your hand—
It doesn’t take a minute
To see just where you stand!
He has a funny habit
That keeps me on my toes-
By hiding his little trinkets
Most any place he goes!
Still I love my little Rico
No matter what’s his odd-
But he always loves me dearly
While I’m filling his dish with food!


Upon hearing wild geese calling season to order;
My eyes so surprised by falling on the greening ground,
Despite the snow, I know now, spring will come.

Upon seeing seeds fall from unfrozen branches brimming,
I eyed a bird that had just cried out a singing that new life was coming,
And not too very soon.

Upon knowing of this unseen, urgent growing,
My soul settled into a constant calming

Sway-Back Mare

An amazing eastern sky slides slowly across some quiet distant trees,
Gilded against another dawn:
Sights that casually spawn such wonder stills my soul.

Time’s passed by while revealing distance:
Fields and tree lines and honey-bee hives that scatter throughout.
The high overhead sun shadows my every care,
While I watch an old sway-back mare, so calm, just cropping grass:
M vision’s being blessed by filling this window with county.

Look again…
Slowly, the sun settles
Another day draws dusk along.
Western tree-limbs black,
Back dropped by burning clouds.
Strongly silent, an owl glides past my wondering eyes

The World

The world is such a lovely place
It’s made for all the human race
It’s lovely and grand
From season to season is Mother Nature’s plan
From north to south and east to west
We all enjoy the very best
Mountains and valleys from sea to sea
God made it all for you and me
Following the sun across the world
The rainbow of color that never gets old
Purple, red, yellow, and green
It’s most beautiful you have ever seen
Every season is always changing
Most beautiful in its rearranging


Stars at night oh, so bright
They twinkle in the night
Oh, so far away they look
Oh, so beautiful as a picture book
The stars we can never count
Which there are quite amount
With the moon to guide the stars
On their merry way to Mars
We start the morning oh, so bright
With the sun shining its light
To enjoy its warmth for the day
The sun shines for us to play

There On The Cross

There on the cross
Sad Jesus looked down
There on the cross
With thorns for a crown

There on the cross
The thief He forgave
There on the cross
His love He displayed

There on the cross
With arms open wide
There on the cross
He suffered and died

There on the cross
Our sin debt was paid
Then down from the cross
In a tomb he was laid

Now empty the cross
From death he was raised
He lives forever
His name should be praised
Still empty the cross
Once dead he now lives
If we accept him
Eternal life he will give

Drew and Daniel

Drew and Daniel-
They are the ones
God chose to be
My grandsons.

They are sweet
And pretty neat!
My heart sighs
For my little guys!

Drew is in school already
Learning fast and steady.
Daniel is just one year old,
Learning, too, so I’m told

Drew sports red, curly hair.
Daniel’s is black and straight.
It feels great
To be grandmother to the brothers.


To expect a grandchild while you’re old and gray,
Has to be one of the most wonderful feelings to come your way.
Just to know that soon you’ll hold,
A bundle of joy more precious than gold.

These thoughts you’ve had a million times before,
When this same event was knocking at your door.
To watch yours grow so healthy and strong,
That you pray for this day to come along.

Now that I hold this beautiful child and look into its eyes,
I can see the resemblance of generation ties.
I can hardly wait for the precious moments we’ll share,
To watch her run and play with the wind in her hair.

And to see him hit a ball so far,
“Oh, my God”, how lucky we are.
To watch them crawl on knees so small,
And when they stand, they stand so tall.

Those little hands that reach for love,
And soft little cheeks, like the wings of a dove.
When we had ours, we thought our lives were complete,
But the sight of our grandchild makes life even more sweet.

So, Mom and Dad, enjoy your baby with that cute little smile,
We thank the good Lord for he gave us a grandchild.


I opened my eyes today, and saw
A beautiful lady looking down at me.
Her hair was so soft and her smile was such a delight to see.
“I think I’ll call her MOMMY.”

I opened my eyes today, who is that
Handsome man staring down at me?
He looks so proud and as happy as can be.
“I think I’ll call him DADDY.”

I opened my eyes today, there stood
Two strangers smiling at me.
With their hair like silver and their
Smiles so bright, they look so happy.
“I think I’ll call them GRANDPA and GRANNY.”

I opened my eyes today, I can see two little
People not much bigger than me.
One was pointing, the other was touching,
They both were jumping with glee.
“I think I’ll call them BROTHER and SISTER
And let them play with me.”

I opened my eyes today, I see all of these lovely people and wonder how it could be, that I was so very lucky that they chose me.
“I think I’ll call them FAMILY.”

Our Motor Home

1.) Yes we love our Motor Home as we travel all alone
Maps & guide books set the tone
Over back roads we do roam.
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
Till our retirement is
2.) Roads are full & barrels & cone through big cities, past the doe.
Saw the ocean full of foam
And sun-sets help to set the tone
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep  camp-in’
3.) Gas is high, we’ll get a loan,
Prices at camp grounds make us groan
We dig into our wallet-it makes us moan,
We say a little prayer-it helps set the tone.
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
4.) Over the back roads, all alone
On the highway we do roam
Hills & Mts. Make our motor home groan,
We keep drivin’ cuz we’re heading home
Chorus: Yes, we’ll keep travel-in’
Yes, we’ll keep drive-in’
Yes, we’ll keep camp-in’
5.) Oh, we love our Motor Home,
But after 4 months we’re ready for home
Good by highways, it means
1.) I am so alone-I want to cry
Lots of folks around me so I keep asking why?
No real purpose so I heave a big sigh I’ll adjust to being lonely-I’m not afraid to die
2.) It’s nights like this I feel all alone, my hubby is sleeping, I hear him moan.
He goes to bed early, I still want to roam, May something is saying “Go Home”.
3.) We’ve been gone so long, I can’t even say
Two months, three months, I count each day.
Some months we work & some months we play.
We wonder around & be home in May
4.) We have our ups & we have our downs
More often than not we could go a couple rounds
My hubby gets so serious but then he clowns
Only When he’s sleeping he makes those awful sounds.


As strangers we came to a faraway land
Silently hoping for a helping hand.
In time we made friends – how nice for us all
And slowly we conquered the language wall.
We helped one another, as we taught 
And never gave “Strangers” another thought.
Later we became citizens of the USA
With good behavior can’t be taken away.
We saved our money and bought some land
To build a house with our own hand.
So far lived 62 years in this beautiful town.
We felt like kings with a beautiful crown.
You do things – two is better than one
And half the time your work is done.
The kids have gotten a good education
More than we had in the “old nation.”
Now they got their own lives and moved away
That leaves this old widow alone each day.
I pray to the Lord: don’t let me forget
The nicest memories I ever had.


We had some now and none of it remains;
The grass is green and decorations out;
The wind is whipping chimes to ring again;
Our honking geese consider flying South!
Oue fam-ly gath-ring to be at Elaine’s,
And Celia’s birthday, Christmas Eve, with spiral ham.
Dear Fred at Brookdale unit, with Dementia—
Our Patriarch lives in sad absentia.
Joy fills our hearts and melancholy, too.
Remem-bring yuletides of the Long Ago,
When grandkids rode the dappled Hobby Horse,
Painted secretly by my dad for me!
Our blessings are our kids, their partners, too,
Our grandkids keep us in Ohio lives.
May Christmas Love continue to survive
And New Years’ happy futures so to thrive!


I cannot speak, please listen to what I’m trying to say
I lay here staring at nothing for hours everyday.
My body it has failed me, my mind is nearly gone, my hands are tangled beyond use
But inside life goes on

I cannot speak, please listen, there is still someone here.
A kind word, a gentle touch tell me that you care.
Don’t be afraid to tell me about your day today,
I really can still hear you, please don’t walk away.

I cannot speak, please listen to what I’m trying to say.
There’s still a person deep inside,
Alive in every way

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Care Compass Project & A Matter of Balance

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