THE LAST GOODBYE

Girlfriends, boyfriends,–

no one expects a fleeting goodbye to be the last one;

and often, one hears somebody say

“I never really got to say goodbye”.

As we grow older,

and loved ones pass over, leaving us behind

to wonder where they have really gone,

that final goodbye takes on an entirely

different meaning;

Goodbye, farewell, adieu,

Adios, arrivederci, Ciao,

Auf Wiedersehen

Sayonara, Salam, Au Revoir,

Aloha, Hasta la Vista,

in any language, “goodbye” leaves an aching place

in  your heart.

Sandra Lee Smith

Originally posted February, 2009

Updated October 21, 2018

 

READY FOR ACTION

I sit down in front of the computer;

My coffee cup is to my right,

pens and pencils and pads of paper

are to my left

and a stack of scribbled notes

are piled up on either side

with recipe cards scattered here and here

awaiting attention.

A bookcase is on the right

of my chair

offering dictionaries, thesauruses,

and a host of titles such as

CORRECT SPELLING MADE EASY

WORD POWER MADE EASY

HANDBOOK FOR WRITERS

WOMEN WHO LOVE BOOKS TOO MUCH

THE MOTHER TONGUE/ENGLISH & HOW IT GOT THAT WAY

THE POCKET BOOK OF QUOTATIONS  and

THE QUOTABLE COOK

Nearby are two more bookcases

filled with food related books,

books of poetry,

books on various topics

I have more at my fingertips than

many libraries have to offer and

I AM READY FOR ACTION.

Waiting, waiting,

for inspiration

for my muse to take charge

for an idea.

Maybe another cup of coffee

will help.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

originally posted June 12,  2009

UPDATED AUGUST 1, 2018

 

THE IMPORTANCE OF HAVING GOALS

No matter how young or how old

we are

There is almost always something

we would like to have,

or do,

a place we would like to visit,

a room to redecorate,

a secret garden to build,

something special to do

with a son or a daughter or a grandchild–

and January seems like

the perfect time

to set goals and make resolutions,

but oftentimes, too soon we

forget our goals

or become caught up

in the process of everyday living

to keep those goals uppermost

in our minds.

If, say, you have resolved to

quit smoking

or overeating

and soon find yourself

with a cigarette in your hand

or faced with a bowl of icecream

its too easy to shrug and say

(Shades of Scarlett O’Hara)

I’ll think about this tomorrow’

But then tomorrow becomes tomorrow and

soon a month, two months,

three months

have passed you by.

Goals must remain visible

Need to be written down

and kept where you can see them

everyday

and be reminded

what it is you want from life.

Become vocal; let the universe

become aware of your presence

Here I am, World.

 

Sandra Lee smith

January 2, 2010

 

 

CRACKERS IN BED

“there’s nothing more irritating” he said, “than a wife, like my wife, who eats crackers in bed.  I’ve tried to be patient–I have no recourse–but to beg of you, Judge, to grant a divorce!”

“Now, I’ve put up with face creams that smell like a barn, and when she wears curlers, do I give a darn? NO! Like a trooper, I put up with gook, And stifle my impulse to gag or to puke!”

When she watches TV while I try to sleep–do I gripe about it? Do I make a peep? When she fixed up the bedroom with baby pink frills–Did I say a WORD though it gave me cold chills?”

“When she practiced her yoga, we slept on our heads, and I almost drowned when she bought water beds; with her head full of curlers, this silly young bride, poked a hole in the mattress! We went out with the tide!”

“In the middle of winter, she needed fresh air, and opened the windows, to my despair…I had ice on my face where my tear drops had dried! But I said not a word, though I burned deep inside!”

“But there’s nothing that’s more irritating” he said “Than a wife, like my wife, who eats crackers in bed!”

The Judge thought it over and then said “Son, I am….Granting it to you on the grounds of bedlam!”

 

Sandra Lee Smith early 1970s

SEEING IS BELIEVING (well….not always)

What you think of as truth

may be staged

For your benefit,

For the benefit of many,

To lure you into a false understanding

Of a situation.

 

The media

Sworn to report the news

Honestly and without prejudice

Take sides early on

and only report the news

That is slanted to coincide with their political views.

You can’t believe

Everything you read in the newspaper

Or what you see on T.V.

Everybody has An Agenda.

 

And now,

Everywhere you go

Someone has a cell phone

that takes film clips;

Everyone with a cell phone

Becomes a photojournalist.

 

I wonder

if all the American Soldiers

Invading the German concentration camps

Would have had cell phones

That take film clips,

Would it have been more difficult

for the naysayers to claim

That the holocaust never happened?

Five hundred thousand cell phone cameras

Can’t all be fake.

Then could you say

Seeing is believing?

 

 

Sandra Lee Smith

Originally posted January 27, 2009/updated June, 2018

 

THE “D” WORD

D can be Darling or Dearest or Doll,

Or for the Dollar that continues to fall.

D can be Doohickey, I have quite a few,

Or for a Doormat, welcoming you,

D can be Domicile, one of my own,

Or for the Dolt who asks for a loan,

D is for Doorway, inviting you in,

Or there’s the Doorbell, making a din,

D is for Detritus, a kind of debris,

Or it’s a Diamond, sparkling for me;

It can be a Diaper–I’ve changed quite a few,

Or can be Dreary, when a long day is through,

D can be downtrodden–think the oppressed,

Or for Doreen, in a Dazzling new dress.

D can be Daffodils, Dahlias or Daisies,

Or a  Dour spouse with the middle age crazies,

D can be Doves, or Devil’s food cake,

Or for the Ducks as they glide on the lake,

D can be Difficult; it never is easy,

D can be Dissent; it never is breezy;

D is a Diary but never a page,

D can Discern but never can gauge,

A Dirge or a Death song when someone dies,

Deceit or Deception when someone lies,

D can be Dazzling–or else it’s Drab,

Or else it’s a Dog, a big old black lab,

D is the Dynamo of the Alphabet Desk set,

While D can be damp, it never is wet,

But D goes the Distance

From Dark until Dawn,

D is the letter we all depend on.

Sandra Lee Smith

January 2009

DO NOT TOUCH

WET PAINT. DO NOT TOUCH! the sign read,

and of course, I and many others, touched the object,

that had just been painted

and found our fingers

Wet with paint

that does not rub off.

“Do not touch!” we are constantly warned;

perhaps because the object not to be touched

is very  hot,

or

very cold,

or perhaps touching it

will give you a shock

such as the one

dangling from a hot wire.

“Do not touch!” is a dire command

begging to be disobeyed.

Who can resist it?

What is it that makes us

So contrary

when a sign forbids us

not to do something.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

January, 2009