cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

Haiku: Commencement Procession

Time to celebrate
Earmarks of accomplishment
Footsteps on your path

The neighborhood pets
Your special menagerie
You fed and you walked

Learning a new skill
You looked after the swimmers
A stalwart lifeguard

Veterinarian’s
Assistant you tackled next
Skillful shot-giving

You were on a roll
Becoming camp counselor
And learning to drive

All the while at school
Mostly sailing through classes
Sometimes you floundered

Previous learning
Folds now into Commencement
You begin again

College in Autumn
Time of leaves turning and change
You are on your way

Dear grandson Bobby
March to your chosen drumbeat
You’ve got what it takes

Dedicated to my grandson Bobby upon his graduation from high school June 2, 2017

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Mom’s Pearls of Wisdom

Doing my Christmas shopping last year I was stumped at what to get for my son Bob and his family. They were going to California to be with my daughter-in-law Linda’s family and were planning excursions to Big Sur and skiing near Lake Tahoe. I didn’t want to add any large sized gifts to their luggage but wanted my gift to be special since my oldest grandson Bobby would be a Freshman in college next year. This was the last Christmas “as it always was” for them. Then a lightbulb went off in my head.

Buying a fresh Christmas tree and decorating it together was a huge tradition in their family. Over the years I had given Bob and Linda crystal angels, stars and snow flakes to hang on the tree. For Bobby and his brother JamesĀ it was Fisher Price toys and Thomas the Tank engine train sets before their interest turned to Pac-Man and beyond and I had to ask their parents for suggestions. This special year I thought the perfect gift would be ornamentsĀ for everyone in the family. Part of the fun for me is shopping around for just the right gift for each person. Then I imagined how they would love the surprise as they unwrapped their new ornaments and decorated the tree. And afterwards cherish the memory.

This wasn’t to be. Getting off to California was quite a production and eclipsed the gift of Christmas ornaments. When my son and his family got back I heard how each person had experienced something uniquely suited to them and what a grand adventure the trip turned out to be. I was thrilled to hear their stories. Maybe next year when it is time to get out all the ornaments for another tree “my” ornaments will come to light.

I learned that you can’t make a memory for somebody else. Loved ones and children will weave their own experience from shared tales into a memory and then it becomes precious to them.

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Haiku: Caps In the Air

Summer job, pay checks
Oldest grandson makes me proud
Hard work paying off

Real life lessons learned
High School Senior must apply
Goal to graduate

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