juliespeaks

The unvoiced thoughts and ideas of a septegenarian.

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Those who are a part of our lives touch us.  In one way or another they affect who we are or what we think or how we behave. If I am a sandy shoreline and you are a wave, when you come crashing onto my territory you affect my grains of sand. I may offer you a bowl of beef stew and if you tell me it’s too salty, I’ll change the recipe the next time I make it. We are all like rocks dropped into a pool of water creating ripples. Sometimes those ripples are calm and peaceful and sometimes they become turbulent eddies.

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They fought, they yelled,

They betrayed each other.

No poster parents were they.

But they gave me roots, wings.

 

A quiet man was he,

His voice he never raised.

He taught me the value of silence,

The joy of catching a fish.

 

His wife, equally quiet,

Her hands never rested.

From her I learned how to 

Offer and receive love freely.

 

She was old – she looked like a witch.

She cracked a whip and rapped knuckles.

But she instilled in me a love of books,

Respect for words everlasting.

 

A man I know, incurably ill,

Bled my bank account, disliked my kids,

Taught me to laugh again.

Turned me into a gardener.

Another, far brainier than I,

Introduced me to Shakespeare,

Fed my brain the manna it craved.

A toast to them all.

RIPPLES

My mother threw me in the lake when I was two.

A swimmer, sailor resulted.

My children got the same treatment;

Water babies all.

 

An English teacher’s love of words

Has never left this writer-reader.

How many others have her ripples touched?

The early learning seminars conducted by a friend

Influenced scores of parents who may pass on his lessons

To their children and their children to their children.

 

Even toddlers send forth ripples.

You’ve only to march to their drums of excitement,

Walk with them through wonderland.

They’ll broaden your face with a smile

You pass along to the next person you see.

 

We know where our blue eyes come from.

Who are those who give us a love of music, respect for diversity,

Open our eyes to the wonders of nature,

Encourage our imaginations.

 

The waves caused by ripples can be stormy and gray.

The man who uses his fists may breed bullies.

Those who turn up their noses at Blacks

Send an intolerance message to others:

A message that builds walls of hate.

 

I’d like to think the ripples cast upon my shores

Are like sand dollars.

I pick then up, keep those I like,

Toss the rest back into the sea

And the ripples continue to flow.

       

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Julie Rose

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