YET, WHEN A CHILD IS BORN, SO IS A “MOM”…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though today is the ‘official one’, we look forward to celebrating with you this week-end.

XOXOX

VALENTINE, UNDEFINED … [imperfect, invincible]

This oddly wrought thing

Considered “heart”:

i.e., the human heart.

Obtuse in love,

Its true angles

Juxtaposed towards

Four warmly-lit chambers.

Placid leaflets

Beat with velvet cadence,

Pouring forth particles

Burned of former days.

 

Yet, it takes up so little

Room, perched within

This chitinous cage,

The prongs of which

Knowingly exhale, now and then.

And there are no flawlessly

Drawn curves, nor perfectly

Poised cut-outs, a propos

The ‘real thing’.

Still, the feel of it

At certain times,

Is enough to spin kindly

Smiles upon the silent

Sands of time…

This odd-shaped thing

We call our heart,

Summons blank verse

Only to add its own

Emblem, etched by tides

Of grief and joy:

It surprises us

Into tears when

We very least expect it.

(and that is why I’ve saved the key)...

  Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point...

Copyright 2-14-2013 Lisa Porter-Grenn

IT WAS TRULY OFFICIAL AFTER 5:00 PM !!

Love,

Your family

XOXOX

TO OUR OWN “KING RICHARD”…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

YOU’RE NOW 22!!

{i.e., on 2/5/2013}

 

YOU ALWAYS HAVE A GOOD TIME,

 

-AND-

 

[THAT’S JUST SO LIKE YOU!!]

Love, MOM and DAD

 

Also Ryan, Robb, Lara, J.J. and Jimmy

 

 

 

A TWIST ON THE ‘FAMILIAR’

I.e.,  MY OWN TWIST ON…

“The Road Not Taken”
 

Two roads diverged as separate moods:    
       I mourned the chance of choosing wrong;         
        And, as it stood, when paths grew long…           
Springing forth through winsome woods;

   I garnered strength to grasp this song.    
  
 

 

  I choose ‘the other’; it seemed as fair  

Having [perhaps] some better claim; 

Though [as for that!], the passing there,

Had worn them really ‘bout the same.

Both paths ‘that morning’ equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden thin;  

I marked the left for nether day,
And marveled then of life’s long way,
Back to where first doubts begin.

 

I shall be telling this tale ‘mid sighs
In future ages, and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
“I” took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the diff-er-ence!

 

Adapted from the original verse by Robert Frost