Pressed

Pressed on every side;
Hard-pressed turns of tide;
Cold pressed, perfection's chide;
Pressed on every side.

Suppressed scenes in sight;   
Oppressed;  bonds of fight;
Impressed  shows of might;
Suppressed scenes in sight.

Conquests void of light;
Depressed designs' delight;
Inquests' justice plight;
Conquests void of light. 

Decades First and Last

Decades First and Last

I danced and sang, twirled and tweeted through my days as a kid. 
Not aware much of reality, unless jolted somehow into it.  Dreaming,
and observing  lifestyles not involving me.  My choice:  dreaming.
Those were decisive years, years in which life decisions were made.
Yes, personality formed, goals aimed, and means forged.  No, nothing, 
no one would position my rudder; I would move in my direction, I
thought, not experienced in awareness of where my direction really began.
But flit, flutter, flip, fling, flap, filibuster, flop, flither...I would fibrilate 
through it, not to be dissuaded.  No, "evasively forwardly" I would move
along:  steady, quick, slow, fast, straight, side to side, back, forward, 
straight again.  Continuously looking out for the signal in the road to
follow.  And, no not in the divisive direction, not in the way the world would 
send me, but in the way of the new.  New ways to clear a trail; paths to new things.
Had anyone committed similarly?  No or yes, I had no idea.  I would go on this
way alone, and not be eroded in the travel, but waxed more worthy by the 
endeavor.   And, then, at the end, in the last decade I would see, still as the child. 
Not worn, but filled, in the knowing of the new way.  Retrieving the life of the
movements to the new way which renews on and on day to day.

by Sylvia d. 

      

Best of the Best

Graphics of Patrick's

Graphics of Patrick's

Dad had been asking me for a year now to transfer this image from internet to a frame-able photo. I finally got it done and gave it to him last Thursday, Thanksgiving. He yiked it. It's Dad volunteering, being a dealer at the casino nights they used to have at Country Place. Date unknown for photo.

MOM and DAD and Us

9:01pm Sylvia Caffery Hello Pat, Can you put your Football drawings and Missionary drawings over on F.A.S.T. because I don't know how to save them from Facebook. And also I guess you could email them to me, and I could save them on my documents. Thanks, Sylvia Today


 5:14am Patrick Darnell I have been thinking of starting a blog just for the peeps and us... called MOM and POP ... then we could all post things that come up that are so precious we should record them about Mom and Dad and us... eh? I will post them to that .. how would that be?


We must start this conversation today. There are things in Mom and Dad's lives that don't fit into the other formats, plus we want to post things to ourselves... I think this private blog will serve that purpose for now... eh?

I searched for a name that wasn't used and it allowed MOM2POP when I typed it in... I hope that is good for you.