Happy Birthday! Miss Lauren Victoria!
(July 2, 2017---16
Years! Wow!)
Sweet 16! Our Beautiful!
Intelligent! Sophisticated! Miss!
Aphrodite-lovely!
Me unique pleasure often to gentle-kiss
One of seven
precious jewels adorn me metaphoric-golden crown
“Luvy” (L-V) !-Darlin’
Such a “bad cough” taught ole Bapa-clown
Smart! Oh! My! That
beauty sure enough exudes intelligence
Precise!
Concise! Quick-wit solution to any challenge exigence
Thou talents
myriad! Personality sweet as cherry-custard pie
I-Q number off
any chart; owns me loving-heart! Oh! My!
Statuesque
Royal- Regal persona evident in a beautiful smile
Sweet as
sugar-candy-honey; a lovely-young lady darlin’ “chile”
Rosen-bow that
violin with country hoe-down toe-tapping serenade
Thou pretty face
to brighten days when rain dares fall on me parade
Package all
those accolades wrapped with a soft-satin ribbon-red
Miss her
mark-of-excellence words have never adequate-said
And, of the
horses in her life---Wow!...she could
ride the wind
Statuesque in
the saddle, a Love!-life message she
does send
Everything! My
Dearest Lady! Of thee do I endearingly eternal-love
Innocent-babe to
darling-girl to complete fine young-lady refined dove
“Sweet-16!” Humble-Thee! With this ole world by
the tail, in-hand
So proud of
Thee! Me love-count beyond beach-desert grains-of-sand
Should Thee
adapt one value from Simple-Humble Bapa let it be
Some improved
adaptation of me mantra: Faith! Freedom!
Family!
If this ole
world was but mine to give, be assured Sweet Luvy-girl
My precious “7” would taste sweet-love Whisper-wind soft-swirl
Thank
you!
Lovely Lady Lauren Victoria for thou love with me
We sure enough
had us some times; more to come, you’ll soon see
When I be old
(some day, not soon) in memory-love I’ll smile
Thou sweet mage
in me mind makes life-long an ecstasy- mile
Happy Birthday! Darling-Lauren!
Love, Nanny & Bapa
Plus:
Heroes
(a memorial-salute to my friend: Bobby)
Too many names on a stone wall so
black
Young brave soldiers won’t ever
come back
Sacrificed lives vacate “ideals”
construction
Death chiseled in granite,
horror’s destruction
Those icicle fingers grope beyond
wasted life lost
Piercing mothers and lovers,
their children with strife
A mistake we allowed, this
venomous deed dastardly
We pray haunts dead souls of
politicos bastardly
Forgive us, our heroes, the
people we love
Help us with healing from His
Power above
Innocent young people on a long
wall of black
Souls of the children who can
never come back
Alas And, what of us now as we
struggle anew?
These issues enormous strike
terror right through
For logic answers we search but simply
can’t see
Profound problem is us, our own worst
enemy
Grant us a life without further pernicious
sorrows
Peaceful-quiet rest like those
fallen young warriors
Leave them alone, steal no longer
their youth
Don’t teach them to lie but
rather sight truth
Beyond the self-centered wanton
with greed
Mankind does hunger to satiate
good need
Where are we now as onward we
falter?
Far from Redemption, no spiritual
altar
Too many names on a stone wall so
black
Young brave soldiers won’t ever
come back
Amen!
Plus:
Day 199
Trailer hitch
affixed to 1976 Grand Prix and
Dad went to the
E-R with metal in his eyes
After several years of “making do” without a
horse trailer and bumming and begging rides to horse shows, once even riding
the horse some six miles to the fair grounds so Beth could participate in a 4-H
show, we managed to buy a trailer with a gift from Candy’s parents. All I had
to do was purchase a hitch and attach it to the rear bumper of the new ’76
silver Pontiac Grand Prix we had just bought; easy enough for a house
“builder”. Right? Right!
The hitch had to be attached to both the
bumper and the frame. Okay!
I aligned the new hitch, marked the holes on
the frame and the bumper, retrieved my trusty drill and steel bits and punched
holes in the frame. Easy enough. Then, the “chrome” bumper.
(Yeah! Bumpers were shiny bright chrome---back
in the day…Cool!-look! Sure enough.)
Laying
on my back under the rear of the vehicle, I precisely and very carefully began
to drill through the chrome plating on the huge bumper; it actually cut pretty
easily.
I
finished the chore, inserted the bolts and torqued them down---tight!...twice.
Success!
We were ready for horse show trophies and ribbons. Hmm! I can do anything!
About
two hours after completing my mission, my eyes began to hurt---pretty
badly…then, worse. The focused pain intensified and after another tortuous
hour, I had to keep my eyelids closed as the light irritated them further. Next
move---a trip in our new car with the spiffy silver-shiny trailer hitch (sans
horse trailer)…direct to the nearest Emergency Room. Scary!
Not
the journey, the remedy. The E.R. doctor checked out my medical situation and
decided to clean out my eyes of five “rust” spots embedded in them with an---electric
drill and…tiny bit.
He
suspended a panel before me with a “target” printed on it of concentric circles
and told me to stare at the center and not to blink. He had administered some
drops prior to that and they helped immensely with the blinkless stare. In the
bright lights, I could see a “silver” tip approach my eye as the bit neared; I
felt no pain or any sensation as the doc deftly scoured away the stains.
Only
one eye had been injured; recovery was fairly quick and by the next horse show,
I was fully attentive and able to see clearly as Beth managed several
ribbons---Wow!...that girl can ride!
One of my favorite picture of Beth is with long blonde hair flying wild as she
sits astride a galloping grey Mor-Ab (half-Morgan/half-Arab) 16-hand mare on
the ridge behind our house on the bluff; only a cerulean sky serves as backdrop
to the awesome stage. Fantastic!
Many
horse shows followed, all most enjoyable. Becky followed in big-sis’s
footsteps, also becoming an accomplished horsewoman as are our three loving
granddaughters! Amen!
I
don’t mind a little discomfort to brighten my family’s pleasure---just…be a
little careful!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “trailer hitch technician”
Memories!
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