Poetry Thursday

They were them, her and him, in their youth after the war

They did everything together often hand and hand

They were sure it was a love that would withstand

But suddenly, after a job offer, they were split up when his family moved to Omaha

The couple swore the move would not drive them apart

At first they were pen pals writing every week

But soon they stopped writing and joined their own cliques.

And they stopped writing and they both became memories of the heart.

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They both married in their twenties and had families

Kids, dogs, cats and picket fences

They both had to find a way to meet expenses.

Sometimes, at night they would wonder about one another and think of those days of ease

The kids got married, had kids too, and soon retired

Their spouses soon grew sick

And they were soon widows and widower looking back at a life that passed too quick

It seems like both were waiting for their time to expire.

Alone now they both began to think of their former love.

He decided to search for her and asked for help from his grandson.

Who found a Facebook page with posts about her class reunion.

Then her page, with an address in her profile. He was certain he had got help from above

He thought about emailing her or putting pen to paper
But he knew to say what he wanted to say they needed to be face to face.

He drove back to his old hometown trying to quell the urge to race

He said a prayer when he got to her house to find something wise to say to her

He knocked on the door and stood straight

She opened the door and tears filled her eyes

All the years were swept away their old faces nothing but a disguise

Because while love may come early it never comes too late

Wordless Wednesdst

 

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A horse named Trump

Monday Question

 Do you have any toys or games to stimulate your mind?

Ruby's Answer: I have a Tornado Treat Game and a snuggle mat

The Ruby Rose Report: Alien Invasion .

https://youtu.be/WNhFVrTrRpg?si=5_smgZyJX2yjJVk-

They arrived a couple of weeks before Christmas from seemingly nowhere. They were red and green and raced across my living room window. Despite my barking, they would not leave. 

They may have been invisible to the human eye because my parents rarely mentioned them.

They should have because I deduced the lights were the first wave of a Christmas invasion.

I prayed to River for answers. She floated down next to me a few nights before Christmas, after I had gotten out of bed, and was closely watching the lights from my kitchen window.  “I think you are onto something,” River said. “You must remain vigilant. Do not leave this window.”

I sleep in between my parents,  against one of them, so if the other awakens, and doesn’t feel me next to them, they think that I am against the other one. That allowed me to stay up at night watching the aliens.

And, caused me to sleep most of the day.

Then I discovered something stunning.

One day, after the sunset, the lights did not appear. I figured I had chased the aliens away, and was ready to take a triumphant nap, when I saw my Dad discreetly put his hand in a closed wooden box on the kitchen counter, slip a minuscule remote out the window, and press the button.

The lights started again.

My Dad was in on it!

I was stunned.

Then I thought about it some more and my Dad always seemed a step off, like someone who was trying to act human. And now I had discovered his secret. 

But should I say anything? Yes, my Dad was involved in a plot for aliens to take over the Earth. But he made the majority of the household income, he walked me, and he was 80% of my entertainment. And if the alien invasion was do to happy wouldn’t it be better to be on their side?

I quickly dismissed the thought. I needed to be loyal to my planet, at least until there was an offer for my loyalty on the table.

But there wasn't an offer on the table. But there was a remote that controlled the aliens. I had snuck out of bed that night, a few days before Christmas. I jumped on a chair, and then onto the table. I lifted my mighty paw, and smashed the remote, then put it in my mouth and chomped on it until the aliens disappeared.

And that is how I Ruby Rose, saved the human race.

(A note from River Song: It may have been meant to not be truthful with Ruby, that it was just a Christmas light projector lighting the side of the house, and shining through the windows, but when your little sister thinks she is saving the world you let her believe the illusion. Little dogs need to save the world, it's good for their self-esteem, especially at Christmas.)

Foley's Tail From Rainbow Bridge: Tiki - the Kitty Who Got Bad Advice

Sometimes angels give the wrong answer.

That is what happened to a cat named Tiki.

She is a 20-year-old cat from northern Massachusetts, near my birthplace (which has recently been named to the federal register of Yorkie birthplaces.)

Even more remarkable than Tiki’s advanced age is that she is a part-time outdoor cat who explores the area around the Nabnasset Lake in Westford MA.

For years Tiki was respected by the other animals who inhabited the riverbank as the toughest cat around. But recently she had slowed down, and the animals she used to dominate were stronger. Tiki also showed her age at home. She had unexpectedly peed outside her box, and her yaks were becoming more frequent.

       In her early life, Tiki had a cat brother named Tocky who was five years older than Tiki and had passed ten years earlier. Tiki began to feel like she was out living her time and told Tocky, who said in Eskimo culture, when a soul feels they have outlived their usefulness they get on the ice flow and slip out to sea. 

And that is what Tiki decided to do.

This week Tiki climbed on a floating piece of ice and began to float away.

Almost immediately Tiki realized she had made a terrible mistake. There must have been a way to shed off her mortal remains that were not so cold and wet.

Having had a change of heart Tiki prayed, mentioning she wanted any other angel than Tocky.  

It being an emergency, and me having an outstanding save record, I was assigned the case.

I went down to Tiki and told her there were a lot of people around who would be willing to save her,  and to sit still and that I would figure out a way to get a human’s attention. I got a squirrel to break a twig, causing a human woman to look in Tiki’s direction, and she saw Tiki floating away.

Success!

Then Tiki fell off the ice flow.

Disaster!

Tiki, shocked by the cold, was more determined than ever to survive, but keeping her head above the icy water was taxing.

The frightened woman called the first responders and animal control officers. She also got the attention of two construction workers at a nearby house. They got in a rowboat and stroked towards the kitty, using a shovel to break apart the ice. 

Tiki was losing hope when she was plucked from the ice. She was rushed into a house, wrapped in blankets, and then brought to the emergency vet where his temperature was taken. 

He barely registered one.

But, thanks to the vet, he was warmed up, and soon brought home, into the warm arms of his parents.

I visited Tiki that night in her dreams. She was cold, but thankful, and asked me to make sure Tocky knew he was forgiven.

I even spoke up for Tokey at the Angel review. He tried to do good but needed to tell the souls who prayed to him the opposite of the opposite of what his instincts said.

As for Tiki, the brave cat may have spent her last day outside, having learned to appreciate life on the couch, which everyone does.

But some of us need a near-death experience to appreciate the co=uch. 

Poetry Thursday

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday

“My little girl is not going to dancing school!”

Jim told his wife when he learned his wife’s plan

“The boys have football, soccer, swimming and basketball.

I am sorry but in this house I rule.”

Jim’s wife Paula told him she didn’t know he felt that way

And she would tell daughter Suzie dancing was not for her

Jim said he was happy she obeyed him

But when he left the room Paula signed Suzie up for dancing school the next day

Jim was busy with the boys

Practices, games, and school

He was rarely home before nine

By that time Suzie was home from dance, had eaten and was playing with her toys.

On a Friday the wife came clean, explaining that Suzie had been taking dance classes

And the next night would be a recital

Which Jim was required to attend

He started to complain when his wife cut him off, saying don't be an ass.

The recital took hours

And Jim wished he was anywhere else

Bored to tears,  wishing he could slip out like a mouse

When his wife whispered “here comes ours.”

She came on stage at the end of her group dressed in pink

Suddenly Jim was sitting up

Acting like his son had got a first down

“She’s the most beautiful thing in the world,” he did think.

When she finished dancing Jim jumped to his feet

With tears in his eyes he the cheers

So loud that outside in the parking lot they could hear

He had never been prouder than of his little girl so pretty and sweet