Posted in Choka

As Time Goes By

Pen writing “Once upon a time” on paper

Life is passing by

Enjoy the living moments

While you have time

Savor every moment

Before it is gone

Grasping all those good times

While they’re in reach

Will give you good memories

A storehouse of treasures

Choka

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living. —Terry Pratchett

Posted in Butterfly Cinquain

Thank You Essentials

Mask

The few

Essential ones

Their dedication and

Skills kept us going at night and day

Let’s not

Forget

Their faithful determination

To face fear head on

In such a time

As this

Butterfly Cinquain

While I appreciate and salute all who served as essentials during COVID-19, I specifically want to dedicate this poem to my grand-daughter Vivian, age 21, who is a care-giver at a nursing home.

Vivian faithfully worked many long and extra shifts to take care of the residents during quarantine.

And also, want to dedicate this poem to my other grand-daughter’s boyfriend, Michael, age 20, who is an auto maintenance worker, earning minimum wage. Micheal faithfully worked many long days and extra hours with no extra raise in wages during this time of pandemic.

Thanks to both of these hard working young people and many others I don’t know.

Let’s remember it was people like this that kept our country going during the pandemic.

Posted in Double Syllable Lune

This Evening

Empty chairs

All’s that left now is

Empty Chairs

Minutes before

They held my dear ones

Time moves

Swiftly, savor it

Double Syllable Lune

Tonight my grand-daughter and her boyfriend came over for supper. We ate, had cake for dessert, played cards, talked and laughed. The two hours of time went by so quickly. After they said their goodbyes, I looked around at the empty chairs and quiet house and was reminded how fast time goes.

Thankful for the memories.

Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

We count our life in years,

But what about the days?

All the seconds of life?

Cherish all the minutes.

It’s in those moments,

Memories are made,

Chances are taken,

Changes often happen.

Treasure every breath.

Celebrate each day.

Give thanks for your life.

Syllabic Verse

My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?

It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!

It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.

Posted in December 2013, Holiday, Rhyme

Thank You to All My Followers!

advent logoChristmas is a special time for me!
Yet I know for some it may not be.
And so at this time of the year,
When my heart is full of cheer,
I want to also acknowledge you,
Who may not be feeling as I do.
Though my wish is bright and clear,
For a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,
I want to offer these thoughts too,
Of Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings to you.
And even for those who don’t celebrate,
I do not hesitate,
To wish you well in all you do,
And offer my thanks to you.
I appreciate all who follow me,
And where ever you may be,
I send my heartfelt greetings,
and hope for many more poetic meetings!

Christmas Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson  12-25-13