I had two pawpaw trees, but now I only have one. The new gardeners decided that the trees were in their way; they had already cut down the first pawpaw tree when Mom looked out the window of her bedroom and screamed.

I had no idea what was going on, because I was still sleeping (afternoon naps are a thing). I heard the small scream and then the dogs barking like crazy so I got up. The first thing I saw was a puddle of pee on my exercise mat. I assume Ellie did that when she heard Grandma scream, but it could have been sitting there for a few minutes. I had to focus on cleaning up the pee, so I couldn’t ask Cricket why she was standing at our apartment door barking her head off.

“Where did Grandma go!”

Loud noises make me pee, Mommy.

Then the doorbell…

GP Morris is the son of my father’s brother Ray. He is a graduate of the University of Texas in Austin. He has lived in or around Houston, Texas all of his life but has a son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter living in Seattle, Washington;  a daughter, son-in-law and another granddaughter live in Tyler, Texas.  He recently began a journal of stories for his grandchildren and sent several to me. This is my favorite to date.

milky way
Lying on my back, I could see him through the slats.
He was doing the same. A smile on his face.
It was bright inside and out. He got up and
grabbed the top rail with both hands. He rocked
back ’n forth. He was laughing.
He bent down and picked up his bottle. Holdin’ it
above his head…rockin’ on his feet. Something was
about to happen. I quickly drug my bottle to…

Deluge in my eyes,
tempest brewing in my soul….
Frost in my heart,
chill seeping in my bones…

Stupor in my senses,
Cracks creeping in my skin….
Thoughts, like a trapped bird
with broken wings…

No chrysalism,
No shelter,
No shade….
The warmth of your
pellucid smile
is my only Escape….

( Inspired by Eugenia’s word of the week… tempest…)

BrewNSpew Cafe – July 15, 2019

©Pure Reflections, 2019

The insanity of your insecurities,
the way your obstacles double down,
times when your zeal drains your spirit,
when circumstances compel you to feel defeated,
your existence an undefined jigsaw,
those sane old days a history,
now your smile is a mystery,
times..even your handshake is frivolous,
times..your arch-society is quite daunting and perilous,
when you are bamboozled by good wills,
as all you are exposed to are the thorns and bills,
but never the roses and daffodils,

Let them celebrate fake success and Let God lead you to a real winning without using and looking down of anyone else.

Hints:

Did you know -that Philippine culture is combination of culture of the East and the West? The Mano po gesture is an iconic sign of respect to the elderly in the Filipino culture.

May i know from where you from and what is your iconic gesture to respect your elders?

Thank you for Sharing your culture. Let’s Chat!! 🙂 ❤

Love,

Flor

Yup – that’s what it feels like – I am surrounded by boxes, like a warehouse. I am so not inspired in this present moment, and I miss you all – your wonderful poems and stories and beautiful photos and artwork. It will take me some time to catch up, once this bloody move is over with. Anyway, here is a photo my daughter took of me and my cat. She’s my number 1 comforter as I pack and purge. I’ll be back….

My first book haul!! So many people do these and I love them, but sadly I can’t afford to buy that many books, so this is over a six month period and it’s only 22 books. (I mainly read books from the library.) But I have been stepping up my book buying game in 2019, and hope to buy more in the future!

These are in no particular order, just how I have them arranged on my shelves!

The Crowns Fate by Evelyn Skye

Circle of Shadows by Evelyn Skye

And I Darken by Kiersten White

Falling Kingdoms by Morgan Rhodes

The City of Brass by S.A. Chakraborty

An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert

Cinder by Marissa Meyer

Ever the hunted by Erin Summerill

Eliza And Her Monsters by Francesca Zappia

A…

I don’t wear diamond rings on my fingers, nor do I desire gold bracelets on my wrists.  I just want to look into your sapphire eyes and tell you, your beautiful soul exceeds all riches.

On the other side of the coin, read a poem about the dangers of greed by clicking

  HERE

(Photo by Asif Akbar of freeimages.com)