Posted in Jeanne Marie

Birds Are A Lot Like People

Birds are a lot like people.
Give them a cherry tree and a garden full of sunflowers and they’ll feed themselves all summer.
Yet, if you give these same birds a bowl of seeds every morning, they’ll squawk at your window because the bowl is empty, ignoring the food that requires work.
They’ll get fat on your seeds and poop on your lawn furniture.
There are some birds that you can give food to, like the hummingbirds and they’ll gratefully drink your sugar-water.
However, after a few sips or when the feeder is empty, they will continue to flit around the yard, drinking from the flowers.
They are grateful for the free food, but they are too independent to count on handouts.
Birds are a lot like people.
Posted in Grandbabies

My Grandson Brought Me Butterflies

When I lived in Florida, I had hundreds of caterpillars and butterflies living in my Passion flowers.
My greatest pleasure in the morning was going out to see them on the porch screen waiting for me.
I know it’s hard to believe, but if you had seen their little faces pressed up to the screen waiting for me, you would believe.
I would whisper softly to them and they would land on me and land in front of me.
They would hold still and pose for pictures and if you know butterflies, you know they don’t hold still.
We moved back to New England almost three years ago and since then, I have been in short supply of butterflies. I’ve maybe seen five and they were tiny white ones.
My grandson Cole came in June to spend the summer with us. He’s been here for about three weeks and I have seen five or six huge yellow and black butterflies flying by my gardens, even doing flybys as I sit on my porch.
Yesterday, one flew right over my shoulder.
When I lived in Florida, I was known as the Butterfly Whisperer because they would land on me and pose for pictures.
Here in New Hampshire I have been the Butterfly Misser, but no more.
The butterfly drought is over.
Thank you, Cole.
You brought me butterflies.
Thank you, Michelle Marie for the art!
Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

I Found Elvis in Oklahoma

I found Elvis in Oklahoma at the mall.
He sang to me about his Heartbreak Hotel
and I thought he’d slip me the key to his room
but Elvis, he just sang to me, that’s all.
He stayed alive long enough to say,
“What do you want with a mannequin anyway?”
I replied, “I love a man who doesn’t talk much,
who has nothing mean or bossy to say.”
“Well, ma’am,” he sighed,
“You ain’t got no grilled
banana/peanut butter sandwiches
in your hand and no offense, but
I’m dead and your hair is turning gray.”
Posted in Gracie's Glimmer, Poetry From A Woman Who Thinks Too Much

Peter Pan

Peter Pan broke me.
He flew me among the stars.
He kissed me till I was dizzy.
He showed me Jupiter and Mars.
Then…he let go of my hand.
Peter Pan, you were just a little boy
I stupidly mistook for a man,
yet, here I still sit at my window.
Oh Peter, Peter Pan.