Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Fantasy Sprite

I've not been on line much the last couple of days. Spent yesterday mostly sleeping, today was much the same. It is the end of the month and it has been a long one for me. Longer yet for Tony, since he is working out in the weather. So many times I find myself just basically going through the motions by the end of the month. We get paid only once a month and sometimes that last week just drags on.

My daughter-in-law has been off work the last three weeks, maybe four-I'm not all that great at remembering one week to the next. Her being home has taken a lot of the stress out of my everyday. The kids (there are 4 of them-6, 4, 2, and 1) still come and bug me about stuff ‘cause they know that I will give them what they want when their mom says no. I'm doing that a little less (I do try to remember that she is calling the shots right now)...lol but they are my grandbabies and I've been taking care of them for quite some time now. It is nicer being just grandma (Nana). I think she will want to go back to work after a while...she likes having the extra money and being around other people her age (or just different people than us). I'm hoping that it is a while before she does, ‘cause each day/week/month they get older and easier for me to handle.

School starts the 21 of Aug. here. Ethan will be 5 the last of Oct. So unless we can get him into pre-k he will not start school until next year. Sean has been teaching Ethan and the girls counting or rather Sean taught Ethan, Ethan then taught the girls. It is funny hearing the 1 year old (ok, close to two) walking around singing the numbers. So the little imp (Isa) running around getting into things reminded me of this poem:


Fantasy Sprite

Oh Squanderer of youth you tickle my fancy
Rushing in for a peek and off again dancing
Around and around ‘fore I can catch my breath
Making me wonder what it is that you’ve left

Whimsically plying your mind freeing song
Touching and teasing taunting me along
Offering your fantasies so pleasing to hear
Tinkling of your moonbeams sounding so clear

Sun risings, sunsets, full moons and even the tides
All bring something different and pleasant to this ride
You force me to stop to see things through your eyes
And bring a Wind Song to blow sweetly through my life

Wind kissing my face and rushing through my hair
Freeing my mind from the stagnation of cares
Here but a brief moment then so quickly you’ve gone
Leaving part of your spirit with this new gentle song

A fantasy sprite my mind says you must be
Riding along on your beautiful light streams
Oh how your laughter invades this jaded mind
Reminding me there was once another place and time

Susan Palmer-Davis
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