Monday, June 19, 2017

Our Mother / Father G_d

There's a reason we celebrate Mothers in May and Father's in June... I just don't recall the reason.

Do you?

Too tired for wiki-ing my pedia...  how 'bout never, is never good with you?

If you're going through Hell, keep going, Mr. Churchill said.

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger said Ernest... (how much does a Hemingway?), now he's dead

When the going gets tough, my fingernails get rough

Of gardening in heat, I've had quite enough

Pulling foxtails and gathering seeds... weed 'em and reap, then fall in a heap

Word play while birds play

Sun shines, so make hay

Plums are ripening on the front tree

Gums aren't tightening teeth working free

Growing old is not for sissies

Growing bold makes better histories

So, where ever you be, whatever you see

Go boldly where none have dared to be

Split your infinitive, write what's derivative

May not be art but it sure is a curative

Good day to all fathers

May it be worth your bother

To bring up the young-uns you know

Whether yours or the worlds, everything unfurls

So, enjoy the ride as you go




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