My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.
Loretta Dorothy Dietmeyer Cliff 08-25-15 to 10-10-00
Angels in euphoric dance
Swirl in the great expanse
Over the clouds so puffy white
Heavenly beings full of delight
Mom is there joining in with glee
Eighteen years this day, there went she
Left earth aged with all its pain and woe
And flew to heaven with hair white as snow
Now in restored youth, she rejoices there
Dancing joyously with angels upon the air
Con-Verse
( I wrote this poem with my mom in mind as 18 years ago today she left this earth and went to heaven. She was 85 years old and I like to imagine that today she is in restored health and dancing on air with angels, as she always loved to dance when here on earth.)
(This is my first time writing this Form called:
Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, which consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.
Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee
Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11)
(Syllabic verse only counts the number of syllables in a line.)
(This form consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines.
This process may be repeated for a longer verse. If repeated, you must begin your first couplet with the syllabic count of seven again and continue from there.)
When I was a kid in the 50’s my school lunch, in a brown paper sack, consisted of a tomato sandwich made from mom’s homemade bread and a garden fresh tomato. I still love that combo.
