Thursday, May 23, 2024

 





WCCOA Announces 2024 Poetry Contest Winners

The Wood County Committee on Aging (WCCOA) would like to announce the winners for the 18th Annual Poetry Contest. Submissions were accepted from Wood County residents 50 years of age and over, with a theme of “A Moment in Time”. A total of 28 poems from 22 authors were submitted, and a BGSU writing professor reviewed the submissions and selected a winner and an honorable mention.

Pam Day of Bowling Green is the first place with her poem entitled, “A Moment to Dream” winning a $100 gift card sponsored by the Manor of Perrysburg.

Pam enjoys writing, and has entered the WCCOA poetry contest in years past. Pam stated that she wrote this poem “because when she was younger she had a tree that wasn’t big enough for a treehouse, so her dad built a little seat under it for her to sit in. She felt special knowing he put the time in to it to make something special for her, especially with him having four children. My father passed away in 2022 at the age of 101, so it was nice to write this poem and reminisce about our time together.”  

Bowling Green State University Associate Writing Professor Chad Van Buskirk stated that the poem “A Moment to Dream” reminds us that life is the stuff of moments.”  

 Karen Wood of Bowling Green is the runner up with her poem entitled, “Eulogy” winning a $50 gift card sponsored by Wood Haven Health Care.

 Honorable Mention was awarded to Mary McGowan with the poem “I Only Did it for the Kids”.  Congratulations to Pam, Karen and Mary and thank you to everyone that participated in this year’s contest. We received many fantastic entries and look forward to sharing them with the community.

                                                                 My Moment Outside Time

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Cindy Adcock

in one moment in time

she was mutilated by a demon

in the church where I worked

 

I never knew evil, I never knew evil

could rip me to shreds

and Tolkien’s orcs could chase me ferociously

turning dreams into nightmares

in which though not knowing God

I streaked toward the power of God

and the moment two weeks later

when the minister touched my forehead

with baptismal water

 

and I was in a vortex

of diaphanous angels

swirling around me

whirling around me

lifting me in a motionless up-draft

 

until 

 

the minister

removed his thumb from my forehead

and my moment outside time was displaced

by Sunday morning’s mundanity

 

 

 

 

“A Moment in Time”

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Marty Almanson-Reffner

 

We take our first breath of fresh air,

and fresh life.

Expectation and joy abound

with each passing day

A moment in time …….

The years move quickly

as we grow in stature,

Our minds are filled with wonder

as we acquire knowledge.

A moment in time ……

We seek to find our way,

our calling, our purpose.

We look for a path suitable

to our gifts and talents

A moment in time ……

Experiences of love and family

move us forward on our journey.

We live and laugh

with children and grandchildren.

A moment in time ……

We continue to our restful

years of reflection.

Gratitude mixes with regrets.

The time to impact others is fleeting.

A moment in time ……

Throughout our life, our souls

may long for forgiveness,

fulfillment …. for faith in Someone

Who cares. He is a prayer away.

 

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Patti Bankey

She was put on this earth

She was put on this earth to love

She was put on this earth to share her faith in God

She was put on this earth to be a nurturer

She was put on this earth to sparkle

She was put on this earth to inspire

She was put on this earth to share her talents

She was put on this earth to be an advocate

She was put on this earth to be spunky

She was put on this earth to be an adventurer

She was put on this earth to be a listener

She was put on this earth to cherish

She was put on this earth to be a friend

She was put on this earth to comfort others

She was put on this earth to be a patriot

She was put on this earth to be a healer

She was put on this earth to be loved

She was put on this earth

  A Moment in Time

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Lisa Chavers

 

A moment in time can change everything!

A holy moment can virtually transform anything!

A sacred moment can absolutely redeem a hopeless thing!

A defining moment can cause a troubled heart to sing!

 

In just a moment in time, two single people can become engaged.

A fellow can bend the knee, and present a ring that is “all the rage!”

His timing could be perfectly gauged; His gesture would likely be praised;

Causing the woman to be totally delighted, yet somewhat dazed;

While onlookers would be both entertained and amazed!

 

Within a moment in time, a woman may deliver a new life into this earth.

An eager and expectant mother could experience a miraculous birth!

 

A moment in time could mark the difference between life and death.

Being able to freely inhale and exhale, then ultimately taking one’s last breath.

A person could rejoice one moment and grieve the next

Without receiving an advanced notice, or nudge, or warning text.

 

One can place their faith in the Most High God, within a moment in time.

A soul could shift from being tossed and lost, to being anchored and divinely aligned.

One could choose to be resolute and resilient, rather than to relinquish, whine, or resign.

Each of these remarkable life events could easily take place within a moment in time!

 

 

MY NIGHTMARE BROTHER

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Michael Coon

 

There’s a part of me that few can see. It’s hidden in my keep. But constantly it stands a watch, even when I am asleep.

I found it in a dream one night, a nightmare you could say. It’s given me that inner strength, to hold my fear at bay.

 I was a very fearful child, I jumped at every sound. Trembling in my bed at night, there was evil all around.

I had monsters in my closet, and a monster in the hall. Death was always hunting me; I had no chance at all.

 Mr. Hyde, that’s what I called the man, who beat me as a child, his alcoholic potions made him evil, cruel and wild.

And the witch that lived there with him often put him in a rage. So, I hardly ever left my room, I was hiding in my cage.

 Sometimes she sent him after me, and he would seek me out. It did no good to hide from him, of that there was no doubt.

But I survived, cause it was there, I kept my will to live. So, I endeavored to endure, the worst that they could give.

 Later, as a schoolboy, when a Meanie came my way, he made my best friend quake with fear, he made him run away

But, when he screamed and charged at me, I did not step aside. For I had seen much greater odds, when I faced Mr. Hyde.

 And when the fight was over, when the dust had settled then, the bloodied bully fled the scene, and was never seen again.

My friend said that I saved his life, defending him with might. But it was just that part of me, kept hidden from his sight.

 Even though I’m not a drinker, I have been inside a bar, and every now and then a drunk, will want to start a war.

It’s always their misfortune, to resemble Mr. Hyde, they’d always wind up on the floor, their vacant eyes awide.

 And once I faced 3 gleaming blades, with murder their intent. Until I told them coldly, that they too would soon be rent

The men, they did not tarry, softer prey they sought to face, and so, once more, I did escape, the reapers cold embrace

 Many times, you see, we’ve stood alone, my inner self and I. Many times, I know we’ve cheated death, was not our time to die

You could say that I’m a schitzo, if it’s true, well that’s OK. Because without my nightmare brother, I would not be here today.

 

 Viewing My Eclipse

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Dru Cunningham

My life is “A Moment in Time”…

Sometimes intensely interesting,

Sometimes sublime!

Often the ordinary moments just shoved to the back,

Replaced by overriding glimpses savored

In recurring memories.

I do have a limit.

 

Fitting into the hallowed halls of fame

I have my own personal gallery.

Considering, and compared with, countless

Centuries of unbelievable spectacles

In time and space.

But my moments belong only to Me!

Those “Moments in Time” are who I really Am.

 

At times I am a little girl riding

On a black and white pony

Galloping through the woods;

Sometimes I am marching, twirling a baton

Like the Big girls,

A tiny mascot, eight years old, leading

The high school Band!

Or a nervous child singing a solo

At a little country church.

 

Suddenly a teen in short shorts

Flirting with the boys leaning against

A red convertible;

Loving school, in spite of those pesky

Math classes.

In other brief moments I see my parents

Gaze of love quietly passing between their eyes,

Then spilling out, ever so often.

 

“Moments in Time” I Am:

A diligent learner; a hardworking teacher;

A “Jack of all trades” wife; an “always on duty”

Adoring mother; a wide range caretaker;

An ardent traveler in an ever-changing world.

 

 

Moments to remember, so precious, seem to go on

And on … revealing and unraveling my life.

 

If only I could always sense the value of each

“Moment in Time”… every moment…

Remembering foremost to Love…

To Give… To Hope… To Forgive.

To never forget each fleeting, “precious moment”

On my personal Time piece.

 

I have only one chance.

There’s no turning back.

 

 

TIME GOES BY

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Donald Czerniac


In a moment of time,

I think of her,

My deceased wife.

We were meant for each other,

Loving the same things:

Theatre, movies, books,

Music, concerts, and sex.

We did not marry

Until I was forty-six,

My first marriage.

I think of her often,

In a moment of reflection,

Glad I married her.

 

 A MOMENT OF TIME

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Donald Czerniac

 

In a moment of time,

My life is reflected completely.

Most were good times,

Now overlooking the bad ones.

Life was a joyous occasion,

Filled with love and adventure.

Made friends not forgotten.

Who I called true friends.

Or all the women I loved.

It all happens in a moment of time,

It keeps me happy in old age.

 

 

A Moment to Dream

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Pam Day

 

A battered tin bucket tied to a frayed rope allowed easy transport

of a Nancy Drew book and Mom’s warm chocolate chip

cookies, a spiral sketch pad, soft kneaded eraser, black charcoal stick.

 

Mostly hidden behind a leafy screen, safely secure from the world

below, moments alone in our backyard tree meant time to slowly savor

nature, ponder shape shifting clouds, gaze at cerulean blue skies.

 

From my perch way up high, daydreams bloomed effortlessly into

plans, ride my own horse, visit European art museums, contemplate Mona’s

mystery, gaze starry-eyed at van Gogh’s swirling magical night.

 

Perhaps venture away from this rural place, pursue a

degree, work as an artist, a teacher, opportunity

climbing that tree became a reach for dreams.

 

Many years later, college complete, I carefully climb to my

wooden seat, there in our backyard tree, waiting to hold me in that moment, keep

me safe still, allow me to contemplate all that I yet can be.

 

 Births: 384   Deaths: 174

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Pam Day

 

 

In any given moment, in the twinkling of an eye

Austria Afghanistan

Barbados Botswana Bhutan

Chile Chad Cambodia

Dominica Estonia

In any given place, our faraway and our nearby

Finland Fiji Gambia

Hungary Haiti India

Jamaica Jordan Kenya

Lebanon Laos Libya

In any given life, in those we know or never meet

Malta Mali Malaysia

Norway Niger Nicaragua

Oman Poland Panama

Qatar Russia Romania

In any given space, in our focus or unseen

Samoa Spain South Sudan

Thailand Tonga Tajikistan

Uzbekistan Uruguay

Viet Nam Yemen Zimbabwe

In any given moment, we cannot comprehend

Worldwide joys, worldwide sorrows, lives begin and quickly end

Deemed unworthy of a fuller view, our lives we tend

 

 A Day in the Life . . . . . April 20, 2020

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Connie DiPuccio

 

 

I cook the sauce, stirring fast.

Serve the food, clean the house.

Sunny, warmer, a perfect day.

 

Turn on the news, New Yorkers are dying.

The Midwest waiting for the surge.

Not enough test kits, “It’s the State’s Problem!”

Just another day in the Coronavirus Crisis.

Just another day in the Coronavirus Crisis.

  

The Old Folks in the Gallery

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Connie DiPuccio

  

They came in yesterday

one in a walker

one had no teeth

an old man’s zipper was half down

into the gallery.

 

The nurses were pleasant,

asked intelligent questions

which I answered.

I liked them.

 

The one with no teeth

babbled on and on

about the print “Le Poule,

my favorite, of a hen with eggs.”

“that takes me back.”

seems she used to hunt eggs.

 

Tears formed in my eyes, slight anger.

my grandmother she

had it together,

could move & think

and snap back an answer

Faster than I.

But . . . . .

They’re here and she’s not!

 

The Five Shortest Years

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Robert Dougherty

 

The five shortest years of your life, without a doubt,

Begin when your first child is born.

They end on the day, you see that child, full-grown,

During the middle of which, you’ll be torn.

 

As an infant, your child will be totally needing,

Of all the comforts you give.

The arms of its mother and father,

Food, and a warm place to live.

 

In the second year, a pre-schooler’s soon to appear,

Asking questions, you’ll think never end.

Answer them wisely, don’t be left when he’s gone,

With an ache in your heart, that won’t mend.

 

Though their questions seem foolish; to them, they’re important,

Answer each one the best that you can.

For answers now given, can determine the character,

When they become a young woman, or man.

 

In what seems like another year, this child will change,

Then, it’s off to the classroom he goes.

If your child is a boy, and you ask him ‘bout girls;

And he likes them; well, it never shows.

 

At this age, I ‘spose girls start to cooking,

While boys take to scouting, and such.

They no longer hold your hand, while walking;

In their life, you’re not needed as much.

 

Now, the next year depicts a time of trial,

As a teenager enters your life.

If you have understanding, and loves’ ties are strong,

Then, you’ll both whether well the strife.

 Though they say today, at this point in life,

There’s a gap between parent, and child.

If you’ve put forth your best, face the future with hope,

And don’t fret, if they seem a bit wild.

 

During the fifth year you’ll see appear in your life,

A charming young woman, or man.

As before you, full grown, stands the fruits of your labor,

And you love him, as only you can.

 

In five years of your life, or so it will seem,

You have shared your child’s laughter, and tears.

If you’ve done your work well, they’ll love you a lifetime,

For your efforts, during, “The Five Shortest Years”.

  

A Moment in Time

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Dorothy Ellis

 

 

A quote I once read said that,

“Life isn’t measured by the breaths

We take, but by the moments that take

our breath away.”

 

These moments in time create our memories.

Some are cherished while others naught,

A reflection of choices made as we

Journey through this life we’ve sought.

 

Do our memories make us who we are?

Let’s take a closer look to see.

Do we sometimes feel we’re not at

All as God created us to be?

 

Love jumps out at the forefront and tugs

At our hearts with passion unbridled.

The loves that we’ve found, the loves that we’ve lost,

They’re moments in time that come with such cost.

 

As each moment passes, it becomes very clear.

Whether hurtful or joyful, they’re part of our years.

So how do you cope when you feel all the pain?

While waiting for the storm to pass,

You can learn to dance in the rain.

  

Feeding time

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Barbara Gould

 

 

The Puffin is a prideful bird

Who’s used to being admired

Survival is the vital word

And finding food makes them tired

 

It stands on a rock on the side of a hill

It stands very elegant and very still

Don’t be fooled by the stance

It’s watching quietly for the chance

 

A fish might be swimming by

Off he goes to give it a try

Using his beautiful beak

To get his fish as we speak

 

Off to the hungry family

This fish is shared by all

Must feed a family of 2 or more

He’ll be sharing the fish once ashore

 

It’s needed to survive the cold

So his moves must be bold

Finally all are fed

So now its off to bed

 

Nesting isn’t easy though

Especially on a rock

But needed for the flock

Now it’s rest for all, Nary a peep or call

 

 

Lost and Found

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Edward Hoover

 

 

We wandered into the Smokies’ woods                    

A hike to a waterfall.                                                 

The grass was high, the path was thin,                      

Thanks for a clear blue sky.                                       

We went right and we went left

But followed the path each time.

Up the incline we wandered on

Over the top we went.

The water was just ahead, we heard.

Down the hill we went.

The trail turned and wandered and bent.

The water we heard was Roaring Fork

Not the falls we sought.

Though we were lost we knew where we were.

And the question now was this.

“Can you be lost, if you know where you are

And no one thinks you are missed?”

 

 

A Moment In Time

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Mary Kaczor

A moment in time . . .

is so little you say

but it is long enough to smile and,

possibly, make a stranger’s day.

 

A moment in time . . .

How much could I do?

To start, listen to a child’s story

a-l-l-l-l the way thru.

 

A moment in time . . .

is so short, that is clear

but it can mean the world to

someone, who just needs an ear.

 

A moment in time . . .

Where would I start?

That is easy, hug a loved one

Close to your heart.

 

A moment in time . . .

Is all you need

To laugh, at yourself, when

Your own words you don’t heed

 

A moment in time . . .

is so little to give

to help a person in crisis not

wanting to live

 

In a moment in time a life

begins, while another one ends.

So keep in close touch with

your family and friends.

 

Now is the time, to gather your

moments all together.

For they are your way to

make the world better!

 

Memories

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Shirley Kingsley

 

Memories are as precious as gold

We sit in our chair as they unfold

Go back into years that have passed

They come flooding back the subjects so vast

Some are good others funny or sad

A loving memory about Mom or Dad

Old relatives and so many others

A cranky old aunt, sister, or brother

Remember a day when it was bright and sunny

Laughed and joked, the whole day was funny

There was memories when all was bleak

Tears came to our eyes, and we’d just weep

Memories are good with new being made

A lot we will remember a lot will just fade

In our bed or in our chair

Memories come from everywhere

When grandchildren visit we can share our past

Then all our memories always will last.

 

A Moment In Time

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Michelle Malik

 

Life is full of moments in time.

With your first breath you opened your eyes and saw your mother’s smile.

You experienced a most meaningful

Moment in time: Life.

 

A moment in time is a moment, an instant, a specific NOW.

It is the time in your life, created by you, that will forever be a part of your being.

 

A happy moment in time

Can be the first time you made a friend or when you fell in love at the moment you meet.

A moment in time can be painful.

Perhaps a moment of extreme sadness, a death, a failure that you wish would disappear.

Then, in an instant, a joyous moment in time

Returns and takes another path;

A good path: holding new precious moments in life to treasure.

A new reason: for future moments to be part of your life.

 

A future moment will become part of you; a new path for you to take.

A new moment in time

 

A BOX OF TREASURES

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Mary McGowan

 

 

Halloween is in the air                                                They picked the one that they liked the best

It’s in the pumpkin on the chair                                  One costume each, and then a mask

In the pictures made in school                                    I let them put them on to play

Of skeletons and ghosts and ghouls                            It was such fun that rainy day

Jack-O-Lanterns, orange and black                            Now they’re waiting anxiously

Hissing cats with up-raised backs                               To wear them out so friends can see

In the box of last year’s fun                                        To Trick or Treat down every street

A costume there for everyone                                     And scare the goblins that they meet

(The box the kids persuaded me                                 When tired kids burst in the door

To get down for the family                                         They’ll dump their treats out on the floor

When on a cold and rainy day                                                Choosing ones that they like best

They wanted something new to play)                         Then in a bowl put all the rest

So standing tiptoes on a chair                                     And after Halloween is done

I grasped the box, then put it there                             I’ll fold the costumes one by one

Upon the center of the floor                                        Put them back into the box

And opened up its magic door                                    Close the lid and seal the top

There lay the treasures---old yet new:                        Then standing tiptoes on a chair

A ghost, a clown and batman too                               I’ll take the box and put it where

A bunny and a tiger cat                                               A year from now we’ll bring it down

A witch’s dress with pointed hat                                To see the treasures, we have found

 

 

I Only Did It for the Kids

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Mary McGowan

 

 

One day I let the kids talk me                                     When I tell her go lie down

Into getting them a puppy                                           She barks at me

I didn’t really want to                                                 But when she’s tired

I knew I would be sorry                                              She looks at me with

And, of course, I was right                                         Innocent brown eyes

The puppy is a nuisance                                              Beseeching me to

She chews on everything                                            Hold her for awhile

She wets on the floor                                                  So I pick her up and she

She spills her water                                                     Snuggles in my lap

And drags her food                                                     Tucking her warm nose

All over the house                                                       Beneath my arm

When the kids are in school                                        I smell sweet puppy breath

And I’m busy cleaning                                                While she sleeps

She brings me her ball                                                And I remind myself

If I ignore her                                                              I didn’t really want to do this

She attacks my legs                                                     I only did it for the kids

 

 Leavings

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Scott Regan

  

1950:

 

Brown leaves curl and slowly turn to smoke.

            The young raker stirs the flames.

            He dreams of infinite power:

            A six year old Prometheus!

 

1970:

 

Now a father, a responsible neighbor,

            Knowing that burning leaves are forbidden,

            Piles leaves in his yard.

            His son attacks with gusto:

            Diving, rolling, laughing.

The father sighs;

            Reraking will be in order

            But wasted effort is not

            a waste

 

2020;

 

A third generation repeats the ritual:

            Leaves dry and die and float down each autumn

            and are tossed in the air by

            Children screeching with joy.

 

The withered old man watches with a happy tear.

            He contemplates leavings.

 

Life passes

 

In a moment.

 A MOMENT IN TIME

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Liliana Rossi


Life is a series of moments.

Of wonderful moments,

Of painful moments.

Moments sometimes too

Unpredictable, too powerful

That take our breath away.

They happen at the blink of an eye.

And in this split second,

Your life can change forever.

They can lift us

or you can get lost in the moment.

Moments of heaven on earth,

And moments too deep to ignore.

They can give us eternal life,

Or they can take it all away.

And suddenly, the life you knew

Is gone forever.

We live for the good moments,

And get recharged to go on.

But is those horrifying moments

That come out of nowhere,

Suddenly, without warning,

That paralyze and shake us,

That seem to last forever,

With scars too deep to heal,

Are the ones that matter the most,

A lonely road full of bumps and collisions.

  

Tears

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Jerry D. Smith

Every morning I cry out to God.

Never certain of the reason, which is odd.

With tears that have many sources.

From different directions over many courses.

 

Tears of Joy over God’s Faithfulness.

Those of Fear and those of Loneliness.

Of Sadness of Sin and Deceit in the world.

Of Desperation as hate unfurls.

 

Tears of Hope and tears of Longing.

Of Wonder and tears of not Belonging.

Of God’s Mercy and tears of Regret.

Tears of Worry of what man’s sin might beget.

 

Tears of Anxiety of my own making.

Over God’s wonderful and mighty Creation.

Tears of Awe and tears of Wonder.

And tears over many of my Blunders.

 

Tears of Anticipation that make me shout.

Of Excitement and those of my Doubt.

Tears of Disappointment and of Sorrow,

Of what man might unleash tomorrow.

 

Tears of my Unfaithfulness and sinful nature.

Of Him and His Blessings and Nurture.

Tears of what must be God’s disappointment.

Those of Love for my family God has anointed.

 

Tears of God’s forgiveness of my Stumbling.

That God overlooks my Fumbling and Bumbling.

Those that make me eternally grateful.

Of God’s love over those who are faithful.

 

Tears of God’s Mighty Power and Divine Nature,

That allows sinful man a chance for a future.

Tears of His Holiness and Invisible Qualities.

For Eternal Life and with Christ, Equality.

 

Tears of Grief that over time subside.

Those that stem from feelings of Pride.

Of weddings my wife missed out on.

Those for her not holding her great grandson.

 

No matter what direction or source of my tears,

God is always faithful and soothes my fears.

He ultimately gives me hope in my heart,

That from me He promised, will never depart.

  

The Hole in My Life

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Jerry D. Smith

 

Have you ever had a hole in your life?

An emptiness filled with sadness and strife.

One that cascades into many vacuums,

To which you never dreamed you'd succumb.

 

My hole came with the loss of my wife.

The deepest hole in all of my life.

A hole that brought me to tears every day.

From which I feared I would not find my way.

 

A hole in the Pew when I sat alone,

Another when I opened the door at home.

Still another when I got ready for bed.

Yet another with the thoughts in my head.

 

When I turned and saw the empty chair,

And suddenly realized there is no one there.

I come home from work to an empty home,

With no one to greet me because I'm alone.

 

When I turned down the covers of the bed,

I gaze at the empty spot beside my head.

I rise in the morning and looking again,

The spot is still empty, it's useless to complain.

 

I go out to dinner and eat by myself,

Staring at the liquor on the top shelf.

Knowing in my mind it would be a sin,

To turn to Jack Daniels or Tanqueray gin.

 

There is good news to all of my pain,

God has been there and has kept me sane.

He has given me strength to bear up each day,

Lifting my spirits, giving hope as I pray.

 So don't feel sorry for this old fella,

He is up and about and out of the cella.

For every married couple will lose a spouse,

including the gentlest and even the louse.

 

Optimism has returned and hope for the future,

For God is filling the holes with his nurture.

So, I look on the brighter side of life,

And remember the good times, not my strife.

 

A MIRACULOUS MOMENT

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Karen Witte

 

 

In the beginning there was no time in

Heaven on Earth.

 

In fact, there wasn’t anything until the

sudden birth of the Creation, when God

spoke into being everything of worth.

 

From nothing everything we know was

made, from the brightest sunshine to the

darkest shade.

 

The wonders of our earthly home, the

mysteries of space, the charms and

beauty of all creatures, the gifted human

race.

 

The miracles of creation truly are sublime.

The miracle is God made them in just a

moment of His time.

  

The Moment is Now

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Karen Wood

 

 

I overhear parents lament that life will be perfect when

the baby sleeps through the night

or eats solid food,

and is finally potty-trained.

 

And I want to say: Oh, Sweet Mama!

Bury your head in your baby’s fragrant neck.

Nuzzle that soft, intoxicating head that feels

like the furry catkin of a pussy-willow.

 

Celebrate the flawless skin and those tiny fingers

that grab your own like the world depends upon it.

Freeze in your memory the certainty that

there has never been a smile like the one on that tiny face.

 

Why? Because those moments are the substance of

your very being. The soul-numbing minutiae of the modern

world will surely sun-fade the gifts of time and

obliterate the memories like the ash at Pompeii.

 

But know that throughout your life,

when you smell baby powder or see a new-born,

for a fleeting second, your mind will go back to

the scent and feel of that baby’s delicate head

  

Eulogy

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Karen Wood

 

 

He had been out of work for two years, but

had only that very week snagged a new job.

To celebrate, he invited her to a swanky

and expensive Easter buffet at a luxurious big-city hotel.

 

The brunch promised sublime midwestern happiness:

Shrimp. Champagne. Prime Rib. Creme Brulé. Piano music.

 

As they walked from the parking garage, an unhoused man

asked him for money to buy a sandwich. She held

her breath, as she knew there wasn’t much money

in his wallet and he badly wanted to treat her to a feast.

 

He looked at the dirty, lank-haired, and so very tired man living

on a bench and smiled for a second. Then a twenty-dollar bill

exchanged hands and they sealed the deal with a hand shake. Without

a word, they continued onto brunch paradise.

 

It is true that this man had never been a great dad.

In fact, he was not even a good dad.

But on that day, in that moment, he was the best dad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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