cronechronicler

Exploring the poetry of everyday life

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: Serenity

Victory or gift?
Not to want what I can’t have
Accept what I can’t change

One who loved fine clothes
Necessarily content
Wearing what still fits

No grand travels now
Replaced by memories
Lots of time to write

Unintended change
Silver price of letting go
Golden gift of age

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Writing 101 – Haiku – Farewell Old Friend

Trusty old gray car
Polka-dotted with rust spots
And still running fine.

Sad to say goodbye
My treasure of memories
Spans nineteen rich years.

I also show my age
Gray-haired now with slowing gait
We’re two of a kind.

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Writing 101- Unfolding the Unknown

Of all the words on the list for today’s prompt the one that lured me was Uncertainty. The more I sat with it the more layers I recognized in the word.

Uncertainty full of possibility
Gives off a hint of leaving
Comfort zone and striking out for
Unknown windmill tilting.

Like slick ice threatens balance
Counter measures are called for
To depart long-fixed habit
For compelling course correction.

Not many really welcome change.
But wait, perhaps smooth sailing lies ahead
Dream-fulfilling gifts remaining
Mystery till you relinquish shore of certainty.

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