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Silver Anniversary

Two, one together, laughter is spilled
Magical tether, feeling fulfilled
Rain but no blahs, rainbows from sun
Music and dance, sharing in fun
Babies are born, two lives, then four
Bought our first home, could we want more?

Babies to teens, a good tale is weaved
Weather gets cool, jump in fall leaves
Family and friends, parties were had
Warm home and hearth, good times and bad
Children all grown, guess we did well
Two became one, a story to tell.

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Going Home

I just wanted to have fun
Hang out with anyone
Twist caps in the sun
Smoke and beer

But now I’m looking around
My buds are all settled down
I order another round
Nobody’s here

Guess I should have cared
My kids needed me there
Putting it all on her
A woman beyond compare

I’ve been calling this bar home
My wife and kids are gone
Making friends with coke and crown
Last call has come around
No one’s waiting on me now
Freedom’s what I found
I’ve been sitting all alone
And now it’s time to go

It’s closing in on a year
I know that it wasn’t fair
Now I’m ready to care
Has she moved on?

Standing there at the door
Not drinking anymore
Wondering what’s in store
She let’s me in

So glad that now I care
My kids need me here
Taking the load off of her
A woman beyond compare

I’m done calling this bar home
I’ve got somewhere else to roam
Making friends with a new crowd
Of myself I’m really proud
They’re all counting on me now
Family’s what I found
No more sitting all alone
I’m glad to be back home

(Co-written by Rodney and Katharine Griffiths, Copyright 2019)

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Meditation

Meditation brings
Pearls of Wisdom, Clarity
sparks Creative Thought

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Brené Brown

She took her place.

Inspired by the natural world
   with the strength of the sycamore
    and the vulnerability of a lotus flower.

She now knew
    They are one and the same.

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This is for tomorrow

I look upon your face
through the filter of the early
morning light

I watched you as you struggled through
another long
sleepless night

At times I don’t know why
you’re always worried about
what’s been done
and what’s to come

So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today

Laughing together
Makes me hopeful
That we’ll be ok

I wish that I could
show you how your smile
brightens up my day

It fills the space
between you thinking too much
About what’s been done
And what’s to come

So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today

I hate to see you suffering
Missing out on every day
If you’d only be with me a while
We’ll find our way

So tell me about tomorrow
Is it as good as yesterday?
Why are you always rushing?
You’re missing out on what’s today

(Co-written by Katharine and Rodney Griffiths – Copyright 2018)

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Maple Syrup

Random thoughts pop into my head. That’s crazy! I dismiss them as easily as kicking snow off my boots. I should keep these strange ideas to myself. What will others think?

‘Sap doesn’t ask the maple for permission to start flowing. It doesn’t look for approval ‘am I flowing right’, it doesn’t look for reassurance ‘is it ok that my stickiness is getting all over you’. Yet it flows each year with the spring thaw. Becoming sugary sweetness with a bit of allowing, care, and warmth.’

There it is. Pure craziness! Am I crazy?

Maybe…

I am just a writer.

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Enough

black and white close up eyes face

Alone in the darkness
Drawn into gloom
In the quiet of night
She whispers “me too”

Only existing
An extension of him
Wanting her freedom
She curses his whim

Years of abuse, a
life mapped by bruises
Ignoring her struggle
He just makes excuses

Invisible scars
They mark her story
And trigger the slap,
his hand from her knee

And yet he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Or is it she’s finally
had enough, maybe?

Stories of sisters
Encourage her too
In the bright of day
She now shouts “Me Too”

No longer irrelevant
She finds her power
Blooming through thick mud
A lotus flower

A wave of voices
together as one
Rippling outward
Echoing the sun

One voice, then another
Many women vow,
supporting each other
Is he listening now?

And still he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Or is it she’s finally
had enough, maybe?

He’s listening now
Does he really hear?
Will he ever understand
What it’s like being her?

And when he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Will he finally know
She’s had enough, maybe?

And when he says, ‘She’s
a little bit crazy’
Will he finally know
She’s had enough, maybe?

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Courage

photo of spiral staircase

She sits
her back to the staircase
Counting
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…

Willing the darkness
‘Go Away’
Counting
1, 2, 3, 4, 5…

Anxious knots churn
Tension builds
Counting
1, 2, 3…

She stands
A tentative step
Into darkness
She descends

She shines her light to find
‘there is only fear here’