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Born on Halloween

I was born on Halloween

when witches pay their due.

Everyone thinks I’m so mean,

but what am I to do?

 

My mother named me Hazel,

and makes me ride a broom.

She feeds me brew with basil,

and locks me in my room.

 

My nose is long and crooked.

My pet cat, Boo is black.

They say that I am wicked.

What is it that I lack?

 

My friends, they all are goblins,

and my father is a ghost.

My sister loves grave robbing,

and my brother loves brain toast.

 

I wish there was a potion,

to end this evil curse.

For I don’t have a notion,

and my life is getting worse.

 

So here’s a word of warning

to every child around.

If you were born on Halloween morning,

You best get out-of-town!   

 

In honor of Halloween and my birthday, I thought I would share this poem I wrote as a teen.  There are good and bad things about being born on Halloween.

Good:  You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Bad: You always get to go Trick or Treating.

Good: No one ever forgets your birthday.

Bad: It is hard to go out to dinner when you have to be home to answer the door and give out candy.

Good: Chinese Take-out.

There are some days when I am a good witch and some when I am bad.

Happy Halloween!  Boo!

 

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Remembered

When I am dead,

I hope the words etched

Above my head

Describe how I inspired others.

 

When they reminisce,

let it be with love

I wish to have left wisdom

in my living.

 

When stories are told of my antics

may I be painted the heroine.

Let them say with a hearty laugh

that I made them smile.

 

I pray that when I am gone,

 I have left the mark of friendship.

A spark of kindness

and a bucket of joy.

 

I hope that people

hold me in high regard.

May my light

 shine  with every recollection.

 

 

©Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

 

 

 

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette

Spooky Pumpkins for Halloween

Scary faces evil and mean

Carved with malice and marked with fear

A creepy tradition year after year

Boo!

Share your photo in the Weekly Photo Challenge:Silhouette. To make it easy for others to check out your photos, title your blog post “Weekly Photo Challenge: (theme of the week)” and be sure to use the “postaday″ tag.

 

©Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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It Is Almost Time

It is almost time for the big day.

There are last-minute errands and phone calls to make.

Nerves are strung tight and frayed.

Excitement is building.

By this time next week, it will all be a memory.

I want to cry every time I think about him.

I remember cuddling, story books, and dinnertime.

Now, he is all grown up and independent.

Soon he will have a family of his own.

Time flew by too fast and forgot to stop.

I will try not to cry during the ceremony.

I will smile and greet the guests with pride.

Saturday will be a grand day.

The occasion where my sons says, “I do” with his bride.

 

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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Communication Breakdown

I wanted to call you

But I did not have a dime

I needed to talk to you

But I did not have the time.

 

How do we get it together?

Miscommunication has kept us apart

What level of connection do we need?

I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS FROM THE START

 

Trapped by a string of gutless  proposals

The phone does not show your face.

I can only hear voice inflections

I need to travel to your place.

 

Phone calls, texting, and twitter

They are a sad replacement for the whole you

Technology has fooled me

Into believing you understand what I do.

 

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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Congested Mind

When your mind is closed

Ideas fail to come in

When the eyes are shut

Darkness pervades

You can never know what lies beyond

If you never alter your reality

 

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
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How Can You Call This LOVE?

You ripped my heart out

In the name of Love.

I am not a Girl Scout

naive and stupid.

 

You thought you could fool me

Make me your toy

However, I am quite gutsy

When it comes to relationships.

 

Sure, I checked your cell

For weird numbers and such

And, believe me I could tell

That you were not all there with me.

 

The late nights away

Were a big red flag.

All your pitiful actions we so cliché

And, you thought they were magic.

 

What an idiot you have become

To surmise that this could last.

Find another girl to hold under your thumb

I will keep my passion for one who deserves it.

 

 

 

Grandmother Musings 2012-2013.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Jamie Nowinski – Grandmother Wisdom/Grandmother Musings with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
 
 
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