A Texas Lady

Aristotle’s Apprentice If I can read fine poetry Such as yours that taught so well And translate some of the meanings To understand today’s hell Then my life will have purpose And thoughts of value will flow The time I spend writing poetry About historians, philosophers, and Poe Represent interpretations of Life’s lessons Which helps each of us know How to handle one’s problems And allows our philosophy to grow STRUT YOUR STUFF Peacocks, drum major, and majorettes Dazzle us with precision and flair Showing us that we too Can strut our stuff if we dare Each of us have been given a look Cellular, molecular, and fine Exclusively ours alone Imagine a vintage wine Or a gourmet dish of food so divine You’re a poet, so make it rhyme If an artist, mold your clay Do it everyday, so you can say This time I gave it all It was my call Life was tough but I strut my stuff GROWN CHILDREN Where’s that little tousled head I used to primp and comb Gone from my outstretched arms For hill and dale to roam Loaded down with things to do No time to sit and talk Job titles now that get things done No chance to take a walk Life boasts of late night excursions To grab a bite to eat Corporate meetings now With competition to defeat Mom and Dad stand by In case a need pops up Holidays a blessed welcome Provide a time for us to sup Junes End When summer seemed cold and wintry Because life had taken a turn I caught a glimpse of a rainbow Which made me smile and learn Seeing soft and furry animals Romping and able to run Then a baby’s face so hopeful With beauty that could light the sun The difference we make Sometimes goes unnoticed But Gods always around to uplift When we take His hand and start walking Putting gloom and despair adrift To other places not our place Now the sands of time can sift The worth from the waste The high from the low Allowing a new moon to glow