by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
This is a strange Christmas. I feel stretched by the Corona virus and diminished by the task of preparing for the Holidays. I am not up to doing all my usual decorating, though it is modest in size. I need a new proportion.
First I got out my front door decoration, a small Christmas tree in needle point with sequins and beads. It was a gift to me when I was doing an internship with a hospital Chaplain which included working with Hospice. The secretary in the unit whose name was Bob (I no longer remember his last name) gave it to me as a Christmas gift. It’s been around for thirty years. I hung it on the front door of my apartment like I do every Christmas.
Next I got out a miniature sized Santa Claus and his companion, a reindeer with a red bow around his neck. The little figures were given to me by a young woman named Ann I once counseled. I leaned them against a potted plant on my dining room table – like I do every Christmas.
And there I had a tree, Santa Claus, and one reindeer. Everything I need for a strange, and oddly wonderful, simple Holiday.
Change Covid-19 Holidays 2020 Simplicity
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Wonders of wonders
A dear fairy godmother
Shared secret with me
With strategic clicks
Classic Editor returned
All’s well with my blog
Gratitude Haiku Soul of writing Writing life
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
It arrived by mail
Sat quarantined in bathtub
Til time for debut
Cute little laptop
Took bow under son’s guidance
New passwords and such
We await tech guy
Called to transfer apps and files
From old home to new
Challenged by technology Haiku New beginnings
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Tuck pointers make dust
Hard at work pool guys plant trees
I found something lost
Changes at WordPress
Undid Haiku construction
I almost gave up
Found my latest posts
On original theme site
Long gone and renamed
Poetry By Heart
Using Classic Editor
Breathes new life in me
Brand New Day Haiku New beginnings Old technology Recycling View from my window
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
You won’t march with your classmates
No Pomp and Circumstance
Cap, gown and diploma
Virtual accouterments
Form base and beginning
Springboard for the future
Where you go from here
Is your own creation
Hats off to you!
Brand New Day Graduation in time of COVID-19 Poetry
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Morning brings New Year
Invitations extended
I gladly accept
Brand New Day Haiku Hope New beginnings New Years Resolution
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Your sails set just so
Edging out of the harbor
Adventures await
Your talents galore
Steer the way toward your future
What work will you choose?
Now time to linger
With family and roommates
Cook up a fine meal.
Grandchildren Haiku New beginnings Transition
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
At age five or six
Curiosity took hold
Drove you to explore
Everything fair game
You created ways to play
Drove me to despair
AHA moment struck
Finally I saw revealed
Genius in you
Mysteries to me
Your knowledge of how things work
Produced summer job
James, I’m proud of you
College years begin next fall
New things to explore
A Grandmother's Love Grandchildren Haiku
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Behind the scenes my primary care doctor was monitoring the action. He noticed that my eye doctor’s concern about a stroke resulted in my appointment with the retina specialist. When the specialist made the call that I have macular degeneration and began treatment, the plot veered away from a possible TIA. My doctor picked up the loose string and arranged for me to have MRI’s of my brain, eye and neck. The results were that I did not suffer a stroke. However, I do have narrowing of the blood vessels in my brain. The next step is for me to see a neurosurgeon.
Up to now I have been weathering this weird series of my having a problem, a doctor making a diagnosis and passing me on to a specialist who instead finds something different and the next specialist coming up with another possibility – twice. The thought of having narrowing blood vessels in my brain begins a new chapter, if not a whole new book. It is scaring me. And my appointment with the neurosurgeon is three weeks away.
My problem with pain from sciatica and arthritis in my knee is ongoing but getting better. I began physical therapy last week. In my assessment the therapist asked me about my recent medical problems. I gave him my litany. When I got to my brain MRI and the diagnosis that I had not had a stroke… but, the therapist broke in and said, “They found narrowing of blood vessels in your brain.” Like this is normal. He explained that they will keep a watch on me from now on to see if anything develops.
Finally things are coming full circle. I think I’m in good enough shape to go another ten years. This One Hoss Shay is not ready to collapse just yet.
A Medical Odyssey Aging Change
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
You’re starting off on a brand-new decade
Charting your path along your own lines
Finding your way to the world that awaits you
Charged with energy, confidence and faith
Your family behind you as your new journey begins
I remember well the first time I met you
Wrapped in a red blanket I think still exists
My role as grandmother began in that moment
I had my learning to do just like you
As time went by we taught one another
When you took me to lunch a few weeks ago
You asked my advice on where we should eat
We agreed on a restaurant and were on our way
Only not in the direction that I remembered
I was quite lost but deferred to you
When we arrived it was the same restaurant
But a different location from the one I suggested
I had not realized that it was a chain
Though our minds worked together toward a common goal
I thought time might be upon us to change place as leaders
Written on the occasion of my grandson’s twentieth birthday
A Grandmother's Love Poetry
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