on the edge of emotion
tamping back tears all day
no reason for it
I consider giving in
and letting the tears fall
but I already did my makeup
so I shove ‘em down again
they might be happy tears
for my oldest son’s 12th birthday
or relieved tears
for my father’s safe travel
or exhausted tears
from two weeks
of my own health battle
or apprehensive
it’s a chemo week tears
for my husband
most likely it’s just regular
I’m a girl and cry sometimes tears
even though it makes me mad to feel this way
and I don’t want to be a cliche
there you have it
tamping back tears all day
on the edge of emotion
birthday
would have been
today would have been
my grandmother’s 96th birthday
she died on May 1, 2006
each year since her passing
I think of her on her birthday
January 4 shall always be
her birth day
she was a fascinating woman
a marvelous grandmother
an adventurer at heart
brave in big ways
and small ones
with hazel eyes
that twinkled when she grinned
and narrowed in inquisition
often a playful wink
I miss her
still
I love you, Grandma
I am thankful for
the many lessons
taught and learned
that I carry with me
your voice is still in my head
and my heart
today I’ll bake a cake for you
in the heart shaped cake pans
you gave me
long ago
and I’ll think about you
on what would have been
your 96th birthday
enjoy the celebration
from Heaven
would have been
laundry and dishes
It’s a catching up on laundry and dishes kind of day here. With a smile, as I think of the fun I had this week galavanting with friends to celebrate my birthday, all week long. Plus, I know there is chocolate cake for later…with vanilla ice cream even. Mmmmmmm. ~ Janean
© Turquoise Tangles
December 1, 2011
Today’s the day.
My fortieth birthday.
Glad you’re finally here.
I’m baking a cake to celebrate.
It’s goin’ in the oven soon.
We’ll eat it after supper for dessert.
Taking my boys to school.
Lunch with my mom and sister in law.
We’re The December Birthday Girls.
Goin’ to Red Lobster.
Seeing a friend about some cookies.
They will be the Art Club snack.
Settin’ up for Club.
Makin’ art, with a roomful of energetic children.
My sons included.
Then Home.
For the rest of the night.
It’s going to be A Good Day.
How can it not be?
Family, Friends, Art, Cookies, Cake and Home.
Sounds like The Perfect Day to me.
I’m plannin’ to ROCK forty…
it is The New Thirty after all.
Love,
Janean
Turquoise Tangles 