Friday, January 25, 2013

Airport Diner

Voices bounce against each other
and echo against these thick, glass restaurant walls.
The heavy sound of dishes clashing
shout out from the kitchen door.
Silverware and glassware chime in,
while the abbreviated sentences of diners add to the breakfast noise - a conflagration of sounds.
The airport diner.
A stop for waves of hungry humans
waiting for their turn
to eat-and-run.
Waiting for their turn to consume moments, meals and time
before they fly away,
leaving echos of words in their wake.

ame
Sept 2011

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Vanity
Age sneaks up on me like an invisible pen.
Drawing lines.
Adding depth and volume
to my neck and chin - previously smooth and slender.
It's challenging to see yourself in your mind's eye as the youthful young woman
you once were,
only to continue to be greeted by an older woman in the mirror.
There's still beauty there;
but, veils of wisdom and time have carved their memories into your smile and your eyes.
The spark of surprise and the blush of anticipation
can be found somewear in the valleys of wear.
Oh, how I miss those pristine fairways.
ame
1/11/13

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It's been over a month since my Mookie passed on to Kitty Heaven. I have his ashes and my Ernie's ashes which I retrieved from the Animal hospital (Ernie passed on in 2006 and his ashes have been in storage there as I didn't have the emotional balance to pick them up until now). They were brothers and loved each other so very much. So, come the Spring, we'll have a little kitty burial in the back yard and let their Spirits free to run around in the yard and woods as they did when they were young.

I posted this tribute to Mookie in Dec 2012 when he died:
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My Golden Boy

He sat on a pillow in the middle of his cage at the mspca in Salem, Ma. He was 8 weeks old, gold, and the last of his litter. 

He was a tiny cat with ears too large for his head. No one wanted him; yet he positioned himself so regally upon that pillow, and he was the color of Halloween. Why not pick him up? He was soft and gentle. He nuzzled his way into the palm of our hands, and won our hearts. We called him Mookie in honor of Mookie Wilson - one of the great Met baseball players. His body quickly grew and balanced out his ears, turning him into a very handsome cat. 

Sleeping like a baby in his living years

Mookie wanted everyone he met to be his, so he would rub his chin against you as his mark that you now belonged to him. Everyone loved him: vets, handlers, friends and family. But, at the end of the day, he followed me upstairs, hopped onto the bed, and curled up next to me, and purred himself to sleep. He was my top cat for over 17 years. 

He died last night while sleeping comfortably. He had Cancer, but this was not expected. I've lost my little friend and I am very sad. He lived through my many life stages and slept by my side for these 17+ years. I will miss him more than anyone will ever know. God bless his little kitty soul that held so much love. My Golden Boy.

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Andrea